Even in the most turbulent blowing winds
I will not bow but raise my head high
Into the sky where there is no one but reliable friends
Even when my eyes blurred by darkness
His star through the long night will guide
My skin no more the heat to sweat
My eyes no more its lids to flap
M y ears no more the waves to grab
Yet in the desert I’ll find solitude
And nourishers of my soul like dew
He will need not my speech to commune
Yet would discern from the depths and heights
To throw the search on me among the myriads of worlds
Me, he formed of dust and to return
Into a worm then dust
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