Arriven under a frigorific sun. Nebulae cause a sudden inroad of cold weather. Here I stand on a scar's edge to infinity. Merely one step afar. Winds - seize my spirit - set me free. Never-dying I will be, Dewdrops down along my finger-tips I see. Decennaries left behind, When I behold my unconscious mind. I left my lurking-place to follow the luminary. I am now at loss for words and enter sanctum, Not another decennary.