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Friday, February 04, 2011

Without Instruments

All that exists we imagine,
the great circle of the earth tilted
on magnetic lines,
minute organisms that dip and bob 
in a glass of water-
all either too large or too small 
to examine without instruments. Our fingers
can’t peel back mountains 
to extract the molten  peach pit
at the core nor charm bacteria 
into a snake dance with the songs they drum.
We imagine 
that we move along parallels,
tropics that never converge,
each believing
in its own symbolic power to inscribe
the surface of the earth with its existence.
We imagine
that we wind like thread around a spool,
strands of singularity, each
its own color and texture.
We imagine that it matters
what we think,
what we do,
what we say. We believe in ourselves
like geography, like science,
something written in a book--
too large
            too small.

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