Cynoptic

Upwards on a ladder
Downwards to mind
As the fool has spread in me
After all knew that will be further
Knew about our meeting
Expected fear
Has thought over courses
Has hung in the separate world
Where corridors and doors are closed
Your envoy has told
That you are divided on two
And I am guilty of it
I am obliged searching for you now
I expected all
I knew all
But went forward
Expected all courses
Where plates put on coffins
The cold stone has removed
who dig gray ground
Also that remains me
Palm on a forehead
And here we together
In sweat and blood it is decayed