Of a human life

And nothing
Needs us
only good
be

For who
Would otherwise
on the ground
kneel
To the
Nothing to
plead

No thing
that may be
because it
To existence
no convictions
themselves
need

The drive
the soul
bring us
Shadows and
night
saturated
Through the
Sleep the
Day

The purification
Through the way
Of the curvatures
Of imperfection
Of a human life