I really love this poem

[varadia]

The Only Fortunate Thing

You have an idea of yourself.
It is a kind of building.

This building stands on the sound
of your heart-beat,
the imaginary width
of rhythm.

All night
it stands there.
On a sound,
an imaginary width.

It is fortunate, really--
really, the only fortunate thing--
that there is no one in the building.

--Joe Wenderoth