When in thin sheets my sweet Jewel lays
within that ocean-cloth soft and its waves
my limbs can then search, search, stretch, and stay

Where I cast my arms out, a net flung to sea
with currents to wriggle you closest to me
O how floating drifts us to glittering sleep

To sit
means
to be sitting already
-in the mind-

The same goes for
literature and
written music:
to be read
means
to be performed
-in the mind-

Some great production
of the theatrical imagination:
to project familiar airs of many a
stranger's voice behind the eyes