Core I have lost words to fare
well my self on or in these paths that lead
Fore through stone door or climb in dour sun
to water door before which we sit or pour
Oh sky door claim these stars or clay
rowing through these days
Arc of light no color spare
My sight this mind that disperse
Mine will it mind to mine the earth of flowers
I will found my new life in sound or care
Always before there were windows enough
Now only doors