With the last bread inside my pack
With weary feet on rugged track
Insomnia laughs heartily at bowed
and bloody
head
But on I stumble endlessly
The road to nowhere teasing me
Divine circle spiraling
toward the pit instead
No time now to sleep
or dream
The final way
The wretched beam
What labor exists more taxing than the
prison work
of fear
The final mercy
Still it waits
No matter now if sleep or gates
Beauty
Is surrender And
with Each
step
does
it
draw
Near