and here, this poem....
of all possible worlds
In that land, the inhabitants
dreamt of buses, trains and timetables---
with practiced ease they spent sleeping hours occupied
with worrisome jobs, polluted streams, unquenchable desires
and unstoppable cruelty.
When they awoke it was with relief and joy
to the true world they loved to inhabit,
where children flew in stately golden flocks over crystal seas,
and time moved backward,
and kisses lasted forever.