I have practiced not to move
not to sigh, hack or cough
I'm on my way in underwear

They carry me through the thirteen
doors, folded up in a chest, books
under my knees, under my head

The world needs laws
that are above parties, for years
I have been thinking across borders

about the right to freedom:
of the seas and self-determination
of peoples, I sit still for hours

writing without a sigh or cough
I have practiced not to move
two hours every evening in the chest

to make a success of the plan
that my wife's love
conceived for me