One day when he was washing his face his eyes dropped off
Like the petals of a rose dropping in a breeze.
There they lay for some time on the earth.
Then they rose and wafted to the sky
Like two butterflies rising on the wings
Leaving behind them the internet sights and television channels;
The never dying city lights and the traffic of machines and men.
High up in the sky there they settled
Like two stars with an impish twinkle.
Below on the earth he lost his sight
And gained some vision.