When I close my eyes and float upI feel as if I’m drifting inside someone who’s under anesthesiaMoon is shining like the lens of the patient’s eyeballand I’m sitting on the white of his eyeexamining his sadnessWe’re experiencing turbulence, please fasten your seatbeltsIs everyone listening or sleeping?In yesterday’s news somebody opened the window and cut the ropeof a window cleaner hanging from a high-rise buildingHis wife wailed all night longAs on a plane there are first, second, third-class zones in hospitals and funeral parlorsPatients endure, strapped to the bed, in one, two, or six-bed zonesEverything in front of me is like the seawatersurrounding the weeping capsized boat on the TV screenBut daddies sick in bedcall out, Mommy, mommy!What can their mothers in graves possibly do for them?Their mothers are also looking for their mommiesTwo eyes scared or scary lookingare stuck to the frozen window like double lightbulbsHospital flies far away at nightcircling the Earth like a Ferris wheelThe inside is life and the outside is deathLife is a sealed bagI think that the guardrail bedis flying awayDown below fishing boats sail out from the harborand the big wildfire begins to spreadRats multiply endlesslylike the headwaters of a riverLapdogs yelp from the delivery vanflying across my dark eyesAs on a plane, there are first-class, second-class, third-class coffins at the mortuaryHospital rows, squeaking across the sky-pond at nightpretending it can't hear me at alleven when I tell it to be quietMommy, please help me, help me, Mommy!Dear Daddy, it's your nightmareBirds migrating over the Himalayascover their ears