There were sobs in the light
I heard them
I, the Poet Seer but more
a son to sobbing mother
Tender
they were, the sobs:
in silence the shroud sobbed
a pin falling would have made more noise
yet
my senses and eyes and ears detected
that sobbing by way of Poet-Seer
Ah! mother why you sob!
Your chains are fallen with the end
of your residence on this earth
and the beginning of that below
freedom is as of you,
freedom of silent and sad joy
there were sobs in the light
I heard them
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