The flower pod, green-white, hand sized,
bloomed at night. As the dead increased,
the world of objects seemed more dense,

It was a human place. On either side
young women and young men held manmade things
contrived for widening their lives. Some held,

Collect and recollect. These things I do
within, where, present with me is the world
and whatever I could think of it,

Days and nights of the most and largest changes
in her tenth year. Absolute time had always been near,
but in that year it entered her seemingly