Here you are again in the depth of the chasm
That gnaws away at me, becomes my sole abode.
Was it motionless hunt or wrong track in some dream,
Am I Actaeon who was torn by his own horde?
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Ever inward to manifest the secret soul because the secret souls demands to be seen a fine poem