Shedding debris

Into mellow 

From stand a light of disbelief

 

Yes these puddles of transclucent appeal

Scatter and spread, claim and steal

 

            The ladder is up;

          but I turn to the fields

 Now I have sunken beyond the 'yield

 

I listen for potence, that may awake this 'stein

Loosening this garment that seemingly had had me blind

 

              From in front sunlight I stretch and Groan from release

               With a delighted 'sigh Does life come to find.

 

 

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