If tomorrow begins without me
Hold a breath, I was
Just on the way, sky clear as blind
Sheets, blinking
Light from the shutters snows on the bed, I was -
Just as they stated -
Reflecting on yesterday,
Sheets in the breeze, the great
Sky in my hands, Bach's playing
With my tongue, it was
Precisely
Just like one supposes :
The very deep, perfect,
Present's blooming