We learn no when we don’t have to,
pressing lip and lip.

It leaps into hosts
depending, like our Earth

on a fixed position.
The moon

looks like yes, but each year
underpaces

by a sixteenth of an inch.
Retreat

looks like a charge
from another position.

No is yes from behind,
boring ever further into the tunnel of its ellipse.

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