I found my way back to the numbers,
to the one and two,
and to the beyondness of the dreamless infinity
green like Mars,
skinny like the belt of small stars
encircling the speed of thought.
A piano opened it
to the largeness of the Brownian smile;
the atom couldn’t stand it, neither the light,
a fantasy of a deep movement
was surrounding the tiny bracelet
of the store in the eye.
The little blue boy
travelled the rivers and the mountains
in an awkward gentleness of the imaginable sky,
like he became a gull, flying and floating
yelling as the freedom
in the windy brownness of his ticking time.