In this dark there              
                   seems little light
                               between the lines
                                           upon these sheets
         heart seeking arrows in searching flights
                                         find piercing pain
                               or soaring heats
          Light & dark in
          ink & blood we cry              
      
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                     Searching, we do,             
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                     else we die.