My Futile Soul
Out of all frailty
I see the sea sky
and I madly fly.
Out of all fear
I see the green trace red
and I escape.
Out of all love
none the less
I see you my breath,
and I again aspirate.
Out of all sense
I see me always,
now and next departed,
and finally I get retarded.
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