what spirit speaks the heart re-echoes its lofty chambers with choric ringing  twist and fold in timely rhythm the fountain's deep moods springing   unshadowed now, revealed and waking all forge and fire, veils rent aside the swallowed sun, see! - beaming again 'cross the rivers, stride in stride the call's heard round from distant shores the ferryman's change cast far away for the...

here shall words arrive not on my lips, nor yours but still caressed a meeting of sorts out of sorts still always flowing an uncovering of of  what what will your tongue see your eyes hear our heart sing?