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Lit Instant: Installation One

Lines In Space



As if on a disc

on the backs of four elephants

upon a giant tortoise

in a nonstop sea

my balance trying.

Surrounding their graves

with stone plantings

by foot by ear & then

by eye       devoured

a record a making.

Like fossils of tall flowers

& generative organs the line

is where the light is not.

The line becomes the edge

I am up against

birds breaking down stones

all over roads.