This Ceiling

The other side of the ceiling is the other side of the roof this side is this side the other side perhaps is another existence. Another existence where perhaps without a ladder in it they rise to the heights another existence where perhaps its nights without the bitter tears of longing reach the morning another existence where perhaps its smiles do not tremble in the cold shadows of back rooms an existence of a different kind of particles. Perhaps different particles. The other side of the ceiling is the other side of the roof this side is this side this side where without a ladder I will never reach the height of your window without tears reach the morning without trembling reach the smile this side where I in the ladder with the branch of a tree with the strand of hemp with the soil that bears me up, I mingle up to your bright height up to the window up to the ceiling ...