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.