thrill of the pulsatile universe unfolding across time,

poetry happened across the pulse of time, they were not like a painting making

‘across’ as if time were a length of thread, or a thing traversed in space    songs,
‘across’ as if time were a length of thread, or a thing traversed in space   songs,
poetry happened across the pulse of time, they were not like a painting making
poetry happened across the pulse of time, they were not like a painting making
its ‘same damn face whether the Louvre was open or closed,’ but like music
its ‘same damn face whether the Louvre was open or closed,’ but like music
happening in time, so that you couldn’t look at the whole thing all at once, you
happening in time, so that you couldn’t look at the whole thing all at once, you
couldn’t look at its face headon you had to perceive it apace, at a pace it
couldn’t look at its face headon   you had to perceive it apace, at a pace   it
didn’t matter whether time was a thing you believed in or not, whether time was
didn’t matter whether time was a thing you believed in or not, whether time was
a thing that was real or not, whether it coalesced with space, the space you
a thing that was real or not, whether it coalesced with space, the space you
moved through with your foot on the real earth. —Julian Talamantez Brolaski
moved through with your foot on the real earth.
—Julian Talamantez Brolaski

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