if you and i awakening
discover that(somehow
in the dark)this world has been
Picked,like a piece
of clover,from the green meadow of
time
lessness;quietly
turning
toward me the
guessable mirrors which your eyes are
You will communicate a little
more than twice all that
so
gently
while we were asleep while
we were each other disappeared;but i
slightly
smiling,
gradually shall reenter the
singular kingdom
(sleep)
.while some
thing else
kisses busily
a
memory,which how exquisitely
flutters in
the cornerless tomorrow
-e.e. cummings
