I was sleeping in my heart,
And intoxicated was my being;
Then the self rose to the occasion,
For death alerted me to the angels around.
I committed circles, and dragged my soul
From their hands,
To weep spiritually
And collapse resurrected.
I wept loudly, forever in peace,
Like a bridge of distinction
Had been crossed
By my very heart and soul.
They have taken my soul.
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