Like the floor is to the ocean and the sky is to the eyes, I have been and I haven't been, as the wind is to the hand that wishes to hold it, I have drifted and have flown, like a dream in which I never slept I've grown like a seed spat out of the great mouth of flowers, call me by any name, o mirror, sweet tree that will never stop flowering , take me in your arms. Divide me with a knife and kiss my mouth. Make me beloved.