This place named you,
                And what business have I here
                        Is what I think it is
And only that. I must ask you, though, not to fall

               Any farther,
                                  and to forgive me
For coming here, as I keep doing,
                                                      as I have done
               For a while in a vertical body
         That breathes the rectangular solitude

   Risen over you. I want time to tell the others
               Not to come, for I understand

                     Now, that deep enough
                  In death, the earth becomes
     Absolute earth. Hold all there is: hold on
        And forgive, while I tell them as I tell
      Myself where I stand: Don’t let a breast

   Echo, because of a foot.

                                             Pass, human step.