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,
charmed______________________________tinkling
charming _____________________________sprinkling
chiming ______________________________sparkling
_____like chimes of glass rectangles
_____and red thread
_____my mom bought in Chinatown
turning
spinning
scribing a circle, the first and only shape
__________shimmering
__________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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