Weeped my witness of his widow
Soaked my sand in his sea of sadness
Drained my discord as his death
Revealed the violent veil of lies
Of the Self, of his self, of myself.

Took the time to understand
Light hadn't left the ligered Self
Away, amiss, astray.
Mourned his matter mouning
For the Self, for his self, for myself.

Bathed my breath in his brightness
Gave my grace for his garments
Healed my heat in its wholeness
Fealt my fall in his forgiveness
Of the Self, of his self, of myself.