Beyond the window a stillness
Beyond reach perhaps
Even if one was
To lay down naked
On the dew covered grass
Or paint
Ever so slowly
The slight wavering bush
Even to float
In an hot air balloon
Among the unanimous grey sky
Beyond the partition doors, conversation
Beyond reach perhaps
Even if one was
To proclaim
The whole of virtuous love
Or recite
Ever so slowly
The poetry of the spheres
Even to levitate
In a spiritual sort of way
Among the magnanimous prattle
