I was left
with an occurrence of His light
When all that you procured for me here as a transcient dross
Weared out of my use
It was vacuous of
my lesser instinct, that
Heaved a beat from outside, and
Weaned me of my suckling
One respite from You
Went on prodding my eternity
And, I of the weaker lot
Splintered into many pieces
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