I mean slowly the Light. Lumbar, My notebook runs ... circular. Unpublished, in my eyes explodes - Blue-pink, overflowing and golden ... There's no way I can transcribe her ... Have it As a Spider, emerging from oblivion. The light in our hearts is alive, Impossible and good .... like a burning. If I ever forget to feel it, To wake her up in the busy morning, Remind me to unlock. Let her go, Let them turn the heavy minutes, Let the elapsed time spring forth, Keep her yellow-hot mane. Her spanking palm to take over ... ... The light in our hearts is alive ...