The grain of wood
movement like the bands of Jupiter
All these things consolidate around mass
pulled into
drove on
then finally mocked
shunned
cast down
Babel and Noah
It comes from it
negative space
confines made by the infinite center collapsing out like a russian doll and reemerging from an even more precise
moment
space
It drips like water
from all things
emanating
like a lion's head
like a fountain
A moment
an afternoon for respite in
a woman with her daughter by a fountain