you can only fold a piece of paper eleven times 
No matter how large 
What if it were as large as a flag 
what if it were an enormous sail 
Could you fold it seventy times seven 
Could you bend back once again 
Im shocked, still 
By the number of whirling stars in the sky 
Darkening and darkening again. 
Here you are and you’re white heat 
Here I am , moving slow meanwhile 
Everything inside my head’s moving delirious high speed 
  Wan and glum but there’s real love
In the squared oval cast of my face
 pinned til daylight