the seething polarities
of time and space
and darkly increase them,
harp ringed by a sheer circle
of broken crescent moons,
light from unseen edges
flowing over the welcome
of fresh turned fields,
the deer in tandem lines
of frank pursuit,
eyes and tails and striped heads
shining with unscratchable glory
in their hallowed moment,
shrinkwrap of rain on glaze
on the talking highways
to smoke beneath the mud nests
on the seams of bridges
that blink at their twin
in parallel, deep in the unheard sound
of unmistakable God.
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