And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.
How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
In the kingdom of bang and blab.
The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?