Harbinger of mercy; grace not my path
That I would live in truth, without measure
Divested of deceit, unveiled in knowing
Harbinger of mercy, steadfastly refrain
That I should know, that which is naked and raw
Pain as pain, joy unbound
Harbinger of mercy, stay fast thy hand
That I might accept, all things untouched
Multiplicity as stolid singularity
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 