In this room,
where the plant grows like seeds in the dark
where the frontier dissolves in the depth of the night.

Meet me, other side of the Earth,
in this dream.
In the presence and absence of sheerness
and all other things.

I shall be there,
knocking upon that window of yours...

And as I lay my body on the sheet,
lay with me, you invisible one.
For I will untangle my hundred worries -
one by one,
like twisted, endless rope.