Of sacred snakes and elephants,
Clings to clams and mountains,
To all of nature’s ravishments
And nature staggers with her lees
Her health hampered by degrees,
In stacks of knowledge and of gain,
And gnawed by evil and disease,
The cosmos that envelops us
Until the end of time and space
Is merely a floorboard at
The bottom of the grand staircase.
And we are either here or there,
Until we turn and we are both
And we are on the Dolomite
And in the scrubby undergrowth.