: before paper

 

we start off

brilliant

 

like stars

 

kernels engaging

outward

 

twinkling, raging,

blaze-glowing before

 

burning out

 

while some where

over the rainbows,

 

prisms, glass-blowings,

prisons, cut-throat missions

 

a stream runs through it

 

a long thin stretch of the wrist

wading and winnowing

 

a tide of veins; a rush of

messy blood-life

 

inside this iron

cliff-face

 

we carry with us

within which

 

we are being

globally positioned

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