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"