Prologue
Starting with little in mind
the best you might do is begin it
over and over again. Transforming
The real earth to a texture and strength
beyond control. I am thinking of a wave.
We sit, huddled in winter coats, transfixed
to the logic of stars collapsing. The fresh
gravity pulling at the stones we grip.
Then the hour is loose as the music,
a vapor
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