When am I totally alone?
When I go to the east I find you,
When I look to the west you are there;
And to shut myself inside an incubator
Of my own awareness– do I dare?
And, do I dare?
I have grown heavy in a lean harvest,
Ripened from nothing–
A wrinkle in time,
An improbable bead
On an ignoble head,
An impregnable soul
In the feathers of the undead
So your providence shines like the sun
To keep me running