Being of night
Disciple of the deep
Of a raw cold burning
In the midst of dying bones
Looking through the sombre glass
Shade and shadows align
Breathing suppressed
Commiserate regress
With wounds torn asunder by the sun
An unshaken resolve once prevailed
Banished, battered hope, certitude collapsed
Colliding, all my sins revealed
Unchanged, I am unchained, I am free
Disintegrated, thus enlivened
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