Compare myself to Divinity, I do myself compare,
Under the sultry heated moon in fried tomato air.
More than Gilgamesh or wandering jew, aeons I am forenow,
Yet still in rags and manacles, this night brings me with Thou.
How does this compare with Thou might beyond travail ?
From this solitary pen at window, how can I Thou all hale ?
& that today has yesterday & tomorrow to hold its fold,
It is but me Thou holdest, not I who Thou do hold, but bold.

Compare myself to Divinity, I do myself compare,
Nor may I not so, in any place or time, anywhere.
I am smitten but to struggle in vain Thou might to know,
Yet no less knowing these words were here before long ago
Before now as Thou would find me here still unable to endure
The knowing of Thou knowing of me unknowing in the true r.