(i Measure Time By How A Body

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.