The grains
of my
soul
cry out
in
astonishment.

The grains
are hardened
by
tears of
relief,
and become
lumps
of happiness.

Your tears
hath
done this
wonderful
deed.

My eyes
are
opened;
I see
once more.

I am
revived,
ready to
live
once more.

I am
alive,
ready to
be
someone,
once more.

Though I
am
alive,
I cannot
move;
I lack
power.

Your lips
touch
my own,
through this'
surprising?
awe-striking?
humbling?'
contact,
you breath
electricity
into me.

Your'
life restoring?
warming?
thawing?'
breath jolts
me full
of
energy.

My limbs,
I
can move
them
again.

'Rise!'
You command
to
me, I
do your
bidding,
for I
have
no choice.

I wobble
a
little bit,
but
I eventually
stand firm:
I am
a
strong
unbreakable
pillar.

'What are you!'
You cry
to me.

'I am you vessel,'
I
answer back
to
you,
'I am revived,
I live
once more,
to carry out
the
deeds
of the
master.'