There’s the white light girl, in between the rocks.
In between, she takes command.
She hardly makes an effort.
For her white light kindly clings.
I’ve seen these others try it.
Color and reflection, baubles that distract.
Some kind of sideshow horror.
There are no white light apes.
Nothing like the white light girl.
Nothing far from genuine.
Simple rapture, simply pure.
Simply bare, the simple way.