I am far out of the contact of living
days away from knowing
minutes, I can jog through miles of eternity
every pulse of earth surrounds my edge
but I am gone from it

shallow now
to breathe is a task
even to smile
I divide it too

Oh but life, but for all of it, I'm here
the rattles of action
beat of the weather vain
and her base, the ground and the floor below the tide
mirror eyes or frame and summary
I am wedged and ground in the mix of it

by pestle by mortar
by daunting time

I am all of that