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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