Fell into the space between thoughts
His six plump breasts surged and emptied
All desire and language fell away
And just as he began to grow transparent
The image of a cabinet occurred to him
It’s open doors a symbol of inanimate mercy
The temptation to struggle was rehabilitated
But the cabinet soon tumbled away
Pulled by the gravity of a distant stream
The tips of ideas exposed in its current
Like feet from under a long dress
That modest glimpse of flesh which belies
A profound expanse of passion
Hidden in a cavern of billowing cloth
And he fell and his body leaked