What you’ve been told is factual.
That’s where the moths of the earth agglomerate;
don’t guesstimate how many.
Picture eggwads, bloodshot and pulsing,
and pretty orange silkwings flaking to gray powder.

Found at the trailside:
heal-all, heartseed,
and as you go higher,
erratics, lichen-furred.

And as you go higher,
petrifications, fossilizations,
the outline of your own hand among them.