One day floating in fetid air touching earth of creeping grass and man, one day I sank in damp brown earth warm to eyes now blind, ears heavy quiet.
I lowered down past tombs and worms and burrowing life. Down on down, the earth grew warmer to my unseeing eyes. At last I left the last of life behind above. Deeper into rock and heat, past molten flow from last unmelted mantle roof.
to air I saw – another earth below as though I’d never left – same creeping grass and man. But one difference: I am already here. I am already here, and no one can explain this mockery of me come floating down through brilliant air today.