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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 13, 2012 10:42:47 GMT -5
From a world of closed loops where bends and corners weren't imagined yet, where animals mixed and souls slipped in and out of bodies. We hold the line now, cold and fast. We lock and crimp sharp. The circle is only an ideal we cannot match.
Then something came from down the great tube of body and brain.
I thought I saw a light.
Now it all comes from this tiny Earth, emergent detail. Memory
is all that's left of mystery.
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