there is always something
some thing that stands
between me and the fire
and casts a shadow that lies
on my face, a caul, a veil
it’s been called mask
and I bat at it, swat at it
the ninja master of
when you walk face-first
into spiderwebs
you never saw
but flail to no avail
to claw away this veil
(the caul)
me and my desire
(the fire)
and the thing
(whatever fits)
between me and the fire
me and body
me and love
me and longing
i cannot get to it
(the fire)
so i can dive into it
(and burn and burn and)
so instead i move sideways
around the thing and to the water
that waits for me placid, peaceful
yielding inviting thirsty
for me
it will drink of me
it will be one with me
it will give me itself for my body
it will marry me
(not just the idea of me)
and the flowers will sing
(they float)
and my dress shall dissolve
and my veil shall away
so that my breath
and my body
and the water
at last
become
one
Charissa's Grace Notes 
I read this as a conflict between the elusive, restless nature of worldly desires, and the peace of surrendering oneself wholly to God (beautifully exemplified in the image of “living water”). The evolving structure itself feels like a transition from panic to acceptance and tranquility.
That is the ethereal level… With a few others sandwiched in around.