Cold gifted blindness
Resilient golden highness
The ceiling and the earth are under spell.
Nose bitten bitter
I am smitten by the glitter
Visionless of any hurtful stars of hell.
Shivering witness!
I forgive your unforgiveness
Does the briskness lift the spirits of your sins?
You win, Almighty!
Do your vicious licks ignite me?
Am I fearless in the tiers of frigid wind?
Hinder your riches
Your twisted gifts of quarrel
I formally invite you stricken down.
Ground you your body
Made of heaven. Make me godly
Stop me by the white of winter's gown.
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