In a Moment, Our Spinning Will Cause Sunrise
Shells crack.
Knives cut; teeth close.
The pouring and measuring commence,
the tasting and agreeing,
the wearing, the refolding;
Doors and engines, signals
tolls and ramps, elevators,
chairs and cabinets, phones
keyboards and photocopies.
Definitions improve and
selections improve and
results improve until we are
distinct, falling, unsupported
into the winking night.
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