Restless I seek
For unfathomable spheres of invisible light
Sombre sources lead me astray
Allure me into the night
«The exhausted vagrant on his path to perdition»
Echoes of my past life I despise
The cycle of seasons on this surface motionless lies
Away — relieve me from the origin!
A breath — apart from smothering wilted skin
A celestial voice:
«The seventh sunray enlights your pathway
You feel drifted in a squall — a blast
Ascending from where sylvan meadows last…»