What we truly Desire

In *Maldoror and Poems,*
the French poet Lautréamont wrote about holy yearning
disguised as mournful complaint.
"Whenever you hear the dogs'  howling in the fields,"
his mother told him as a child,
"don't deride what  they do:
They thirst insatiably for the infinite,
like you, me, and the rest  of us humans.
I even allow you to stand at the window
and gaze upon this  exalted spectacle."