foursaying nothingeating
four bodies at the tablefour minds elsewherefour minds passing through walls and air and trees and men and women and through the bodies of horses and of birds and through rocksand leaping the length of a day's journeyin a momentoblivious of the collapsed spacein their path
and reversing the flow of timeputting latter things firstand first things at the end
free of dimensionnowhere attachedor rigidor taking up any roomor resisted by anything
and one presently comes back to where his body isand using his voicespeaks
but it doesn't matter what he says
