So the sky rises, warming its feet against the sun
And found me leaning (which has all the
Of falling with chattering teeth—except my hands
Will grip the rail too tightly)
And looking down so that a bird
Would have seen me sleeping
Close your eyes and lose Europe
And, beneath my shuttered eyelids (so far down that I
Have to widen out my eyes)
Down below, it seems that everyone has lived in
Spherical rooms with no windows.
But one, you see?
The one with dark hair and the overcoat.
He looks up—
Later, he told me that he looked up and could see the stars.