The Art of Walking on Air.

The art of walking on air

Is beyond that which is fair,

And in passing by I hear no steps,

But those which by my lowest evils have crept.

No dreams or illusions to be had,

Only life,

And man’s evils which make me glad.

Sin is a blessing,

And virtue a sin,

See through my disguise and look!

I am become Wind!

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