One hour at the libraryOne time brushing teeth before the mirrorOne page of one bookA fruit fly’s brief life“A blade of grass /A grain of sand /A moonlit sea /I’ll hold your hand”One moment of eye contactSingular fragments of incarnationKnowable to any personSplit from their contextsDescribed with one referenceOne long row of booksOne reclining womanOne […]
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