Go through numerous strata
Air, ions made from lack of air,
Polylerites steal electrons and give them back,
Dark and Light at the same time, Aurora

Beyond that color has no time
Settle as comfortably as you can
A sharp ache for that back in the World
Grows large, expands to fill you up

No timberline demarks the end of life
Here it is all the beginning of life
Prokaryotes use time wisely, suspend
Themselves in rare stones and wait

Each copy unto the next just so
And peculiar, a route to something
Uncomprehended, unexpected,
Designed by chance from the bottom

Only you will see this, with your little whip-like tail
Freed from a stew of bacteria and mold
Freeze solid in an instant and
Take me with you.