I lie down in a blue frock, my spirit moves through it.
My eyes are closed, an alien brightness replaces the room.
Where my heart once cradled, there are but clouds;
a bell, the sound of white, imitates its constant beating.
My body is a cage of birds, all of them loudly singing.
Then, for an hour, or a day or a year, I think
of a life of world before it released me.
