A final graft - hidden in the shaft, the light that slowly craft, a passage full of air, a passage like a stair - the hard work that paid off - beyond the scoff and scuff of the day - there, the light play a pooled array and twinkling, I see - the magnet deep in me: a soul's diamond ecstasy - transparency, my friend, is how the good earth show a crystallised state of flow, where all the power glow in the light, that the sun can ignite.