All earth, accountable

to greenness, the air’s ballast

coal, and the winter

that ignites

the fire of earth, as all air moves

unbrokenly

into the green

moment of ourselves. We know that we are

spoken for. And we know that earth

will never yield

a word

small enough to hold us. For the just word

is only of air, and in the green

ember

of our nether sameness, it brings no fear

but that of life. We therefore

will be named

by all that we are not. And whoever

sees himself

in what is not yet

spoken,

will know what it is

to fear

earth

to the just

measure of himself.