I want to live
Inside the ticking
Of a clock
Whose transparent
Casing
Allows all the light in
But none of the dust.
I don't want the tick
To tick aloud
Or make a noise at all.
But there must be bird sounds
And fragrant spring-like smells,
And my neighbors must look
Intellectually good.
Then I will not feel like the naught
In my dreams.