I reflect in a cracking sac cloth

The mirror is me

Embers hook my feet in the dew at midnight

O’ i feel me in two’s and three’s

 

It’s not me I see by this cloth of darkness

 

The night is a battle field within me

O’ me again and again in pain— wail not

For I pray to Thee: He shall heal the living

 

O’ thee

Let the shadow in me slide freely