Broad Meadows of Xenophyophores

You have one true companion—
The language that you swim in.

So what is it that you bring
To the ocean of meaning,

And how is what you bring changed
By the waves before you take

Your altered significance
Over to some other place?

Down there, down there somewhere dark
And under crushing pressure

Huge and fragile lives unfold,
Living on the drifting snow

From disintegrating thoughts,
Each sphere its own branching world.