Still, there’s another story,
that what’s inside us is what’s outside us:
That what we see outside ourselves we’ll soon see inside ourselves.
It’s visible, and is our garment.
Better, perhaps, to wear that.
Better to live as though we already lived the afterlife,
Unattached to our cape of starred flesh.
— Charles Wright, from “Watching the Equinox Arrive in Charlottesville, September 1992,” Chickamauga (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1995)