I could not abandon
the snail on the glass
or its image
I answered their demands
but now I seek a reprieve
because
their one soul
deepens widens
and reddens
like a peach
the subject
informs the object
and the object
nourishes the soul
weight mass
roundness
ripeness
swell within
the reflection
it is an event
within the finite
a moment of the infinite
they have become real
and material
they exist as an entity
within time
for our observation
they exist independent
of me