I want to write you into a poem
In the hopes of understanding
your cosmic mind.

But mortal beings like me
Can't even begin to comprehend
Your true form-
Your beauty.

And while you dissolve
Into a radiance of light
in front of my eyes
I shall disintegrate to dust.

I was not built, not meant
To ever witness such purity.

Mortal beings like me
Can only write myth into poetry.