If only for once it were still.
If the not quite right and the why this
could be muted, and the neighbour’s laughter,
and the static my senses make —
if all of it didn’t keep me from coming awake —
Then, in one vast thousandfold thought,
I could think you up to where thinking ends.
I could possess you,
even for the brevity of a smile,
to offer you
to all that lives,
– by Rainer Maria Rilke