Iam currently ready “more and more” by margret atwood and i need to figure out the overall meaning and the affect diction has on the tone. the poem: more and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and i become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen and live by a harmless green burning. i would not consume you or ever finish, you would still be there surrounding me, complete as the air. unfortunately i don't have leaves. instead i have eyes and teeth and other non-green things which rule out osmosis. so be careful, i mean it, i give you fair warning: this kind of hunger draws everything into its own space; nor can we talk it all over, have a calm rational discussion. there is no reason for this, only a starved dog's logic about bones.