It is possible I am pushing
through solid rock,
like the vein of ore
I am such a long way in
I can see no way through and no space.
Everything is close to my face
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don't have much knowledge yet in grief,
so this darkness makes me feel small.
You, be the Master;
Make yourself fierce; break in.
And then your great transforming will happen to me
And my great grief cry will happen to you.