What did the muscles around bones and organs feel; how could I describe that return to minimal form in the universe; what was I, then? For what I think I had become my own inherent being, nothing, UN nothing and a cluster of lines and planets carrying in the cool, summer wind what was left.

The muscles, fused to beams of light and parts of stars or had I become me, part of beams of light and part of stars?

How could they, the muscles, imagine.

Now that still, after all, eyes did not open.

But eyes were opening in front of me.

What I imagined, were eyes, beams of light and ... a fused eye of lines, other oppressive lines that closed the doors of the known or what I could know.