A warm shimmering lake pressed into clay
turns like millions of tiny glittering flames
upon an eye..
I've leapt a million times and again..
Yellow sun, white sun, and red..
Another book closed, closed, and open...
A chill, a shock, a turn...
An ebb, an awful flow..
Brief wonder and long surprise..
The skies are swirling and tumbling..
into countless seas and closing space .
But I've tucked away < a pruner,
And I'll fall through this page
with careful eyes..
past particles
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