I burned my life, that I might findA passion wholly of the mind,
Thought divorced from eye and bone,
Ecstasy come to breath alone.
I broke my life, to seek
From the flawed light of love and grief. With mounting beat the utter
Charred existence and desire.
It died low, ceased its sudden thresh.
I had found unmysterious flesh —Not the mind's avid substance —
Passionate beyond the will.
