Sunday, March 20, 2011

the point at which

the point at which

it all starts to pulse, bounce, move to the unheard rhythm,
it all comes apart into component parts, little atoms, raining,

charming _____________________________sprinkling
chiming ______________________________sparkling
_____like chimes of glass rectangles
_____and red thread
_____my mom bought in Chinatown

scribing a circle, the first and only shape

__________rising, as it all becomes transparent like glass,
__________joining, as it all begins to glow,
__________joyous, with nothing left to say
__________as we float toward our true names
__________etched on the smooth infinite glass surface of forever

©JEF 2011

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