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WORD
GAME
Red
gouts of magma catapult and fall
with
no more moment on a sterile plain
than
waveforms that collapse inside an atom.
Tempests
of liquid methane claim no lives,
Galaxies
collide, no one is injured.
Auroras
wave their veils but no one’s awed.
If
rock has memories the information
is
not deciphered by the rock itself.
Instress
and inscape: neither good nor bad.
Eternity
is neither here nor there.
The
cosmos doesn’t happen. If
it’s there,
there’s
no consistent word game tells us how.
Alan
Marshfield
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