Unlearning what has 

Ceased to serve, 

While still pestered 

By the electrified spectres

Of what has been, 

Yet faithful footstep 

After footstep,

Doubt is allayed,

And, in the distance,

A tabula rasa seems

To gleam, inviting

A lightness of soul

To descend, as when

A dandelion to

The breeze defers...