Into loneliness I find a friend:
Labyrinth of broken poems
Self consciousness that resonates with life
Creates mystery as ultimate art

Shadow of light is my pillow
Where I rest, worn out garments
Spirit dressed in a human body
Seeks a freedom in tears of gladness

The night is dark and full of faces
Their eyes illuminate with joy
Nothing is empty in the world of creation
Not even a moment wasted in sadness

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