The Insatiable Fields

The insatiable fields that swallow
whole snakes and groundhogs, I’ve seen them —
those holes — I’ve seen the swallow
waver in her ether, you mean
we can’t exchange one world for another?

Is it a matter of matter
or space? Are we replacements or ourselves?
When we lie down, are we lying
together, citizens or friends, as souls
or as armor? When we die, do we divide
and are conquered? In the end, are we belittled
or gigantic, pure or fragments of each other
or both, flying forever?

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