Is never like always?
And forever do we walk all ways…
However, we shall pass this phase,
And sever that which averts our gaze.
Can everywhere be here?
So let me wear my fear,
That there are things not near,
Upon my swollen ears, release these weary tears.
Is one path all roads?
That the sun launches all rays to the same abode,
So the Son astonishes by absolving our loads,
And the Hun who flourishes is on the same road.
Don’t we look without seeing?
Like a hook in our skin, keeping us continually fleeing.
And it took us to our sins, heaping dust in our being.
But the nook of this wing seeks only its freeing.