At last my heart’s been swallowed by the spring nA gorgeous self possessive love birdnFlower lacking nThe vise that holds me innIs starting to unroll againnIf only to roll over everythingnnKnell for a moment by the streamnCoughing as the forest burnsnAnd causes me to dreamnI had no sense time nNo empathynNo present mindnNo reason now to stifle back the scream nnAs the loneness growsnTo clothe my soulnIn dirtnnAnd then one day by following the beamnI reached the end nBy God my friend didn’t get out of the greennIt’s been about six yearsnAnd strangely I am dry of tearsnI smile, just as happy as I sing n