Perhaps, of this gesture did pass and better way fought;
Sought longer but what matter fade hence he got,
Reflects on all this that pass; knows what had been,
Indeed wishes a greater but never lesser than him,
Indeed he grieves a thousand, but lives a hundred,
Such that he shall fly inward towards himself,
Thus his soul to escape into the abyss, never found;
We stood in the darkness but had nowhere to be seen,
And in his tears of his healing shall heal wounds another,
Once he stays, shall become the man never he was before.

Poetry, Works
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