Boris Poplavsky: Poet of Unknown Destination [chapter]

2006 One Less Hope  
The entire horizon is blindingly occupied by God; in every sweaty creature He is right there again. Eyesight grows dim and there is no shade anywhere, for there is no home of my own, but only history, eternity, apocalypse. There is no soul, no personality, no I, nothing is mine; from heaven to earth there is only the fiery waterfall of universal existence, inception, disappearance.
doi:10.1163/9789401202886_006 fatcat:pwfhxjdqbnexrn6fnfnog2iztq