I collapsed into nothingness - spent - and lay buried for many days, kin to the worms and beetles, and soft sweet earth. I wandered in the ethers, quietly, treading softly on all the wounded ghosts.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,|
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood - -
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren
Beasts of the hills and serpents of the den.