...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..."