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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