leaves of grass- Richard Brautigan

There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows that want to be released from their frames to run with the deer through back country meadows. There are walls that want to prowl with the mountains through the early morning dusk. There are floors that want to digest their furniture into flowers and trees. There are roofs that want to travel gracefully with the stars through circles
of darkness…
Richard Brautigan