What Isn’t, Available As Is

If someone would be so kind
As to rotate silently,
Like a drill—but silently—

Right here where the shade lies warm,
To make a day of the ground
By drilling down through the world,

Past physics, the natural,
The material, the rules,
Past the supernatural,

However conceived so far,
All the way through to visions
Of what can’t be that still is,

The light that has no wavelength,
Eternity, it would be
Alright, as is, all of this.