Of wisdom's shadows art thou made for real
To hide what may distinguish or distract
What forces life's existence to
conceal
Were it not of mysterious attract
If thou wer'st not for my eyes without shape
And thou wer'st visualized and
undeduced
Thy sight would make the uncertain escape
And show the destiny to whom I'll be reduced
The fears, uncertanties
and strong suspense
Canst thou create by soaking in the dark
My spirit, my existence in the sense
Of being steady and released of
any mark
But for my own relief, I'm surely kept
By wisdom's shadows; and I should accept