Warmth in the west, self-suffocation My vision lies in the familiar loop Love is my frailty So I dragged myself up One time around the carousel And I aged another decade But how I could have stayed Fever in the eastern dell A figure called me from the fresco A diffuse monastic in the mirror I left my body on the ridge So I followed the hanging rope Down, down to the material world I met the knot And there on the far bank You kissed me I know you always knew why