I am within myself as each plant is within its fossil In the calcified ****** that has both been life and when dead Still given all it could, wearing the earth around it in one big proud mouthful, Someday I know I will similarly swallow dirt And have it round about me like the deep end of the swimming pool. except I won’t see anything. Like I see now, watching the summer taking place from far away In my similarly chilled tomb making out only flashy bits of light and dark. Flashy bits in all the horrendous people I meet, too. Why do people of faith stay alive as long as possible? I ask myself. I see myself as each plant sees its fossil my night time yard stares at me like the bottom of a pool does Vacant and yet enough eyes to make me shudder, so I turn away. The world is continually assaulting me And from what I can make of it, I can at least Have the ability to dream.