Sometimes she would 
                  see in the sky endless beaches 
                   covered with nations 
                   from every moment 
                   on earth
                     and in heaven ... 
                  Transparent flags waved 
                in the morning wind,
                 and she was away.
                   There was ever 
                    a moving collage 
                    beckoning, 
                   & without a second thought 
                 Time lifted up her head, 
                closed her eyes, 
                and dreamed 
               a million tiny spheres. 
              A distant sea 
              approached, and drew back. 
                Breath was immaterial. 
                 That moment would always 
                  transcend 
                    all others.