Rather let me fill with meaning every corner of the sky
Eyes which may be born of believing
I could not be needed so much by anyone
The picture whole is seldom seen
And far less understood
I'll see only fragmentary parts
And fill the spaces as the dark deems right
Turn me away from that horizon
There is no too great a distance
I will not stretch my eyes
Before the shadow is perfected
By the last time
And the last time