: before paper


we start off



like stars


kernels engaging



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



we carry with us

within which


we are being

globally positioned



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