A point, a line, alignment. Lovely the lingering lights along the shore as the century lays itself out for observation: hunger and the youthful indiscretion. I am one of many, or not even one, but am of many one who watches the waves and allows the particulate sand its say, say, its sound, susurrant. Of many
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Making It Up as You Go Along
Lucretius loved Epicurus, knew the world through him; his meaning was clear: love as a way of knowing, of assuming the known. To know is to narrate. People die trying to tell what it was like there then. Others die of not trying. The form of this telling is, for example, a trellis. A growth controlled unpredictable within measure. Trellis. Tri licium. three threads. The weaver knows through the fingers the way worlds hold together. Basket makers. The shadow of a trellis is filled against itself, against measure. See the sun try again to stop the movement of the rose climbing among the woven ways.