This morning I heard
The echo of the silent wept
I had kept
Secret in the garden of my soul

I had stood so strong
That shaking of exhaustion was my oblong
Silhouette, made from the marble of my wonders
Of my dreams— it sounded so wrong

To recognise the steps I had achieved, wanderer
Never stopping Chased like a prey
Ô terrifying ! my shadows, mistakes, for who should I pray
For the people receiving fragments of my wounds
For myself who I should have respect for ? Hounds
Howling in front of the nightly towers, the card of the Moon

To the white morning curled up in clouds
Which have chosen for a nest the sky
"I survived"