Kismet Arts Tangent

Guise, O my lord, how shall I cast from me
The bands and coverts hindering me from thee?
The garment or the cover of the mind
The humane soul is; of the soul, the spirit
The proper robe is; of the spirit, the blood;
And of the blood, the body is the shroud
Nothing is made of nought, of all things made,
Their abstract being a dream but of a shade,