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BONE TIME





Here in the orchard of the stars, the stars float in the void;

Here, bones float in the grave of the watery bounding main

Here, slug and worm teaches us of destruction back to void.



There, the pole star wobbles earth in processional delight;

There, the cosmic ray chase ahead of the original big bang;

There to here all that enlivens also brings the fire that burns;



The fire that burns itself never is consumed here nor there;

The fire that burns is a dance of both creation and destruction;

The fire that burns here and there is a necessary burning ground.



The worm tells us of death better than a death knell or a dirge;

The slug’s almanac is more accurate than sidereal time; and

Even nacreous bones tells us that the world wears away.