The what that I want,  the fullness of it so,  this insatiable bit of my God therein,  elusive entirety of clarity,  palpable peace in making me.
The what that I want,  not of others thereof,  no overings to them moreover or ever,  He and me,  the mine in me,  left as we,  as so the many may be.
The want that I want,  to know this that is,  this is that as done,  that I have done it so,  that He.