Lock

The golden ratio the shell

The stairs ascending round themselves

The trees rustle as if to kneel and listen

To the heartbeat of a lark or the lark in my heartbeat

The oxygen in priestly green

The answers dressed in labyrinthine

The telescopes atop the mountains of ecstatic vision listening

To the heartbeat of a lark or the lark in my heartbeat

I am assured, yes I am assured yes

I am assured that peace will come to me

A peace that can yes surpass the speed yes

Of my understanding and my need

The meteoric warp and wend

In counterbalance to the spark ever ascending

The arrow shoots forward though it moves through repetition

To the heartbeat of a lark or the lark in my heartbeat

What is it that drives the driven snow now?

Upon whose temples with I rest my weary hopes now ?

The rain distills down steeples fills the ears of lonely church mice with the

Heartbeat of a lark or the lark in my heartbeat

I am assured yes I am assured yes

I am assured that peace will come to me

A peace that can yes surpass the speed yes

Of my understanding and my need