fallen against you God I'm in prayers
with sincere fear that I've gone mad
now on this brink of lights
and in human boundless longing.

when your time treads me in dissipation
with the first moment after death, alive
in which I'm just the river's ashes
what silently I've cried in me to eternity.

it seems that uselessly wings grow from mud
and angels heavenly trouble
with their flight my Afterwards Grief
since from my knees roots have grown