I summon my last prayer

that I have given; “To what extent

did I have this pleasure to be forgiven?”

In the edge, afar in the beginning,

we pledge to be driven, but how come,

when time was lost, we got to be unforgiven?

Until this very day,

from nowhere you came,

I startled with words

as I dance with my dame.

To that I reflect to you,

without any shame,

but now, as dimmed I am,

that prayer would be our flame.

Open your heart

and feel the hollow that I share.  

Seek for my strength

and be the psalm as you stare.

To be one with my edge, in the darkness,

you speak of no affair.

Now that I have given

I summon my last prayer.

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