In the House of Idols

They bind chains on my feet; my feet thirsty to kiss the dust and stones of your road. They beat their fists on my lips; my lips thirsty to kiss your lips. They pour pebbles into my cup; my cup thirsty to kiss your sweet water. In the bonds of the idol-struck this is how I am bound: with all my particles every moment, thirstier than the moment before...