The ceiling is movingnMoving in timenLike a conveyor beltnAbove my eyesnnWhen under ethernThe mind comes alivenBut conscious of nothingnBut the will to survivennI lay on the bednWaist down undressednLook up at the ceilingnFeeling happinessnHuman kindnessnnThe woman beside menIs holding my handnI point at the ceilingnShe smiles so kindnnSomething's inside menUnborn and unblessednDisappears in the ethernThis world to the nextnnDisappears in the ethernOne world to the nextnHuman kindness