Essentially divided between affinity and loss
Thine is the care and the sorrow within.
Drink - o stranger - my endless betrayal.
In this grimness my vague shadow will rest.
Gold, red weight - this heart is too moist to rust.
Ash, black, dust - in this emptiness perish we must.
A beggar sets his mind to wrath - holy in his shame
Elsewhere ravens circle the sky.
This last emptiness is hollow and pale
I - hermit - am so willingly dead.
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