Tardigrade
I.we were talking about mars againthen space in genere, the kind between bodiesor planetsor small and giant things.oh! — to be a tardigrade in spacedrifting cold slumber, waiting to awake by a sun's hot kissor to die by it.II.un-drifting we remainor rather, drifting through isles of worn-out placeshalf awakefighting over cereal, the beans — far too many spices fill usuntil everything is just b...