Though escaped from my cell

To visit I’m compelled

What once was my living Hell

Now the solace where I dwell

I was assigned a mission

To sharpen blurred vision

to tread where manifestations

and phenomena have their collision

My only aspiration:

Enter the depth of my spirit

Turn my senses in and hear it

To capture the secret

That is discrete

Emerge with its receipt

Lay it down like concrete

My existence is complete.