Friday, October 22, 2010

Of the hands.

You can learn from a town what you can learn
From the rock beneath it.

There in the infant features of a tilted glass catching the light
Blazes the infinitude that left the rock beneath it.

Stolen from each blade
And each color
Is a voice of choking

Disoriented by its direction--

As one to another it as a word--
Briefly animated as blazed the infinitude
That left the rock beneath it.

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