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 From one young newt As the egg divides,
so much glass was impossible; lenses, housings, clouds of marine
 kinetic nations open up to us, we re-enter the kingdom flooded in light
 a vivid greenish blue a speeding bullet and a splashing
                                  drop of milk a safe and stable flashbulb
 yellow, orange and green weight to turn a miniature paddle wheel
       heir to every action of ultraviolet vents, hot springs and geysers,
torture for prophecies--the notochord and somites
       the gray crescent in the newt, the drum back and forth the drum stop rolling
         a print between time complete with spinal column like a necklace of coral
          head, trunk, legs and tail branching organisms, then into sand
         derms, crinoids, asteroids, and ophiur white, black, purple or variegated; their
          beam of life, daily coming and going makes the gases dance