Parading

The atoms of our bodies turn

doing this. Night unfolds helplessly
bright gold and silky. Aimed
bright gold and silky. Aimed
at death, we live. We keep on
at death, we live. We keep on
doing this. Night unfolds helplessly
doing this. Night unfolds helplessly
into day. Beyond the field are more
into day. Beyond the field are more
fields and through them, too—
fields and through them, too—
this current. What is it? —Jenny George
this current. What is it?
—Jenny George

atoms

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