This metaphor – perhaps it will hold water:
I am a clay jug with a crack in it.
Compulsively, I pour into myself
intoxicants, refreshments, elixirs
but end up always empty and athirst,
my vessel inherently unsuitable
for containment and repletion.
Indeed, this hollowed-out jug
is a barrier to my true function,
my ultimate immersion and satiation.
Nothing on earth (say the mystics)
can permanently plug the crack.
The only cure is abstention – allow myself
to become and remain utterly dry.
Then, will my Beloved come along,
return me by His hammer to the original dust.
O child of God, let your malformed nothingness
be absorbed into His perfect everything.