Inconspicuously
I have passed inconspicuously, haggard,
Through that serpentine road before/
The one, that with Andean zeal conceals in mist,
The restless birthing of your fickle thirst/
And in the distance bitter, seeking sense,
Utterly disgraced, like a ruthlessly uncrowned king;
Lost in grief, my spell for thee with force I speak/
While in my wrinkled skin I feel, elusive first,
Then deep in strength,
Your gracious whirlwind that entrusted dares/
And from my nearby chest, I hear I swear,
The sudden Breathing stopping, of my breeding self/
My soul released, feeling bleak, the love of God in thee,
In truth I seek/
In spite of all, still I beg, be kind, remove the hatchet
From my failing tree/
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