as if the hydrogen
at the stars’ cores
turned white here on earth
your brain can
feel white

as if someone had
pleated up time
pushed it in
through the door of
a room

where a table
two chairs and the unused
bed of the non-sleeper
crumble
in advance

as if haze from
alien space
travelled like angels
you sit
in your corner

until without any-
thing definite happening
you suddenly
get up
and go

like a bird that
invisibly wakens
and feeds its
unborn young
at midnight

when no one can
know whether things
as they are
go on