I feel the rock and dirt and soil
and heat that lies about its

location, in reverse,
for the sense that I

have emanates from
the pull of a passive 

set of voices, gravitation
against which I run

and ride and sit 
and sleep, not imagining

the liminal experience
of that which will swallow

me up, whether I am buried 
or eaten or burned.

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