what do you have left to see
after all the walls you build;
by your heart you’re truly free
when you’re eyes, with light, are filled.
who can’t go with the flow—
where’s the rhythm we all know—
beating bright, bright and bold
or singing soft, sweet and slow…
I think to thank,
I live love lay and laugh
just to feel it all ever-last—
what can’t kill you only says you’re stronger,
but what won’t hit you always loves you longer—
flash your honor, shining armor—
feel the hunger breathing under,
rolling rumble-ing like thunder!
what you see when you look straight
is what you never mistake—
when measuring moves the measure,
let sight’s might meet light leisure,
and thy direction be my pleasure.