Into this darkness I chase mornings misty coolness…
Between the worlds braces I race sightless and bound…
Calling unheard looking forlorn and absurd, still seeking unfound…
Hopes reason in faiths season, still shackled stumbling between failures I’ve found..
None but me, here see, hands held to welcome, hands unfettering these binding trials..
From the darkness I spring into mornings refreshing breeze, at last in peace I seem..
Love, this soul saved, from sin so depraved.

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