A dream of life a dream of birth 
a dream of moving 
from one world into another 

All night dismantling the synapses 
unplugging the veins and arteries . . . 

Hello I am a cake of soap 
dissolving in a warm bath 

A train with no windows and no doors 
a lover with no eyes for his mask 
—inside is the speed of life 

Who can doubt the words of it 
each letter written is obsolete 
before it finds its friend 

Our life is shorter now 
full of chaotic numbers 
which never complete a day 

It will be the same 
as it has always been 
and you are right to pack 

Your heart in ice 
if you believe this.