The Obalte

			
He has given himself in word alone
 
‘I am surrounded on all sides
By the temptations of St. Anthony.’
 
‘If you absolve me,
You absolve me of Nothing’
 
‘I knew not Love nor Hate
Nor Hope nor Fate’
 
The first to cry, the first to breathe
A word against his word,
He doubts with hope what he has heard
 
‘Discursiveness, fie! Revelation comes at the End’