It must be admitted that none of this is very clear. It is a completely typical drunken monologue, sometimes of the fatigue and the cold of morning in this much-traversed labyrinth of life, sometimes of God’s Holy Spirit. It is sampled, created, inspired, noted down to self and whoever it may concern.

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