I'm reading the stars through the ceiling From the ocean floor I'm reaching The darkness between them An empty roar Beneath me the sand falls through neatly Its focus now dreaming, receiving sensations Drifting into the atmosphere once more ……………………………...Once more Grain after grain, decisions made Marks on a page, time portrayed On a calendar leafs of a diary Plays upon the stage Communicate with freight buffalo The fantastic ants we are Achievements made of grain Matchstick constructions The most we are Roles lived in a cage