when the waters burn

 some answers teach us that we have to ask

in simple words but make the complex set

of terminologies our broadest net

the tool that's aptest for this ample task

of abyssal exploring those who bask

on  the warm hills they who will never get

how hard the job is whose feet are not wet

they'll not discern the world behind the mask

but on some morning when the mists depart

those who go furthest out may well discern

in the sharp moment of deepest desire

the one thing missing to complete each heart

at the right moment when the waters burn

with the clear light of universal fire