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ALT SEED I know a wrinkle is theophany and my fingers deer, starved to death. When will a blossom die? When will I be swept from the river banks? When will the pulsing of my veins become the apparition in the cup? I know I am a memory of the sky, dust, into which a poem kneels.
ALT There’s too much light in this cavern— I think it’s behind a large eye What happens if I walk out through the eye?
ALT Don’t Hesitate If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
