Poem One: Glacier
Poem One: Glacier
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Put your hands over the brightness
of an exploding star.
Strange violin, sigh of thin strings,
dark creatures of the night.
We are the killing kind.
The earth shakes her memories
into the shapes of falling flowers,
the dark universe we are, the howl
and sanctimony of terrible winds,
the burning wildflowers,
the glacier melt.
What is the sound
of one hand clapping?
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