early morning (to carmelo)

my infinite world is
in the closed egg of my will towards god -

every finished piece
of joy and clean bitterness
is put aside on the deep bottom of the sacred eye -

always has god's heat been over me and
shall always be till perfection breaks through
the vast forest of my world -

his face is of no use for my timefilling work -
at some close or approaching time
the egg of my world will open,

my work shall stop -,
and eternal repeating of that single act of god,
which is me,
shall be the sign that my will may go -