The soul remembers
Where it has been
Sadness it has seen
Happiness it has experienced
Memories of looking back
On splendor and destruction.
Reduce man’s visage to that of a ghost
And reprimand him
Into fashioning distraught places of mind.
Delve into soul’s remedy
Forcing an occlusion of resistance.
By the end
It develops not only passion for pursuit
But sharpness of acquittal.
Strengthens and stretches those mighty encumbrances
Letting them drop not only to their forthright place
But embellishes them with caustic front
Surrendering to their maddening calls.