Visit the interior of the earth to find…
            Blue skies             fast clouds
deep green embrace of trees and grasses
                  wind talking
late summer as food     and funeral
My fortune was to get, finally,
            everything I ever wanted.
  That shut me up.
Down   down   breath-holding diver
                        tunnel-slithering caver
into the cauldron of magma and bone
            to throw it all back,
my fortune, my            lessons learned,
            myself    for good measure.
I still believe—a sceptic’s faith—
            in          transformation.
Turn my bones (whom do I address?) to rock,
            then water.                   then moss,
                        then wind talking.
                 I want everything again.
S. Robbins, from Readings

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