Even if it were possible,
even if it were,
how far could i go -
oh how far?
No further than a few
inches from his skin
But, lord! you know
I am miles into him;
Oh, I want, how I want
to sail along his blood,
and dimb every bone
and burrow warm in his flesh:
Oh make me a lilliputian
among lilliputians
and let me set forth
on an expedition around him,
to chart the grooves of his brain,
to swim in every vein
and never return
alive from the journey.
John F. Grundy