If tears are wires tying  eyes to nose
if sobs are sinew
if night is dark
and day be light
and death be  long
I tie me up with tears and sobs and night in death.

I grant the chances I came across to
see me as I was, earthly, desires
another bare ground.

Heaven scents I breathe,
of you and me. I see
tears, sinew, eyes red, light,
as living with death and
chances met. I take
my ever in my hand and cast it to the winds;
never will I be
tied down.