The sun rose up
from the bramble of life,
but who would greet her?
In this silence, a stranger.
A knock on the door of existence,
Who would let her in?
Shames and Graces abound;
first one, and then the other.
“I am not alive!” cried she,
as she set, to find some other fool—
but none awakened, not one.
“Perhaps I will not come again,”
she whispered through the wind.
“For, no, not one, would come alive,
and heed my warning signs.”