This one has a different flavor--
[LAUGHTER]
--than deer--
[LAUGHTER]
--or the cut open world.
We'll start with birth, though it may not be that obvious
to you, [CHUCKLES] I'm realizing now, as I--
anyways.
Actually, this is pretty depressing.
[LAUGHTER]
"Skittish outside the whisper, what you almost
heard when you was born, or were in Orcas Island,
transmit be coming across, meridian to heliotrope turned.
Body double buried, risen.
Moment you bled into the world, placenta and all.
Seed the placenta to placate your form now rising.
Nothing went away when you were and came back when you weren't.
Mother was coughing, and nothing was in the rasp.
Poor nothing, emptied of everything.
Or turns at twilight.
Engorged, glorious void outside the anvil shadows no pretense,
and beautiful nothing has nothing to fret about.
Flit crane wing, air between the span
can't even approach this simple rule
where nothing is happening."