ran into things His equilibrium subject to the heat and pressure deep in the earth between crust and core – and then he dropped into a Snow White sleep Many fretted the potential shearing off of his historical edges – but then he woke his vision once burnt revived expanded – diamond tough to make a kaleidoscope catalogue now of his eyes chronology of roots and flowering trees Heavenly names that came before to pollinate reveal the thin, scraped soft skin the surface of catching up of blowing burst dandelion kisses Tiredness relinquished Garden dirt turning again in his receptive hands.