Somewhere I sit beneath a tree
& elsewhere that tree sits beneath me

Somewhere there are people who speak colors
or else they cry for what they see

Somewhere lay a thousand eyes upon us
deep within clouds we do not pierce

& somewhere else the plants have voices
men are silent, they've ceased to be

Somewhere the moonlight tints the morning
& the sun does not set; it refuses

Somewhere all that is will be upon us
in an instant; all insanity
rends the minds of logic
granting bird-calls to the one who's truly free

Somewhere still, the all-at-onceness
strikes in holy totality

& decreeing that the sky must now be parted
to draw distinction between o'er the deepest sea