“The Passion of Squirkle Rebus”
my flicker is the only light
my copy is the real thing
this flurry of unmatched events
reveals a subtle hidden plan
we crave to take our looming place
among the waste and level sands
we dream to fend away the stars
how small we are when Pharaoh sings
(2007)
Too bad about "jailbreak poetry".
“On the dry Laetoli plain of northern Tanzania, Mary Leakey found a trail of hominid footprints. The three barefoot people–likely a short man and woman and child Australopithecus–walked closely together. They walked on moist volcanic tuff and ash. We have a record of those few seconds from a day about 3.6 million years ago–before hominids even chipped stone tools. More ash covered the footprints and hardened like plaster. Ash also preserved the pockmarks of the raindrops that fell beside the three who walked; it was a rainy day. We have almost ninety feet of the three’s steady footprints intact. We do not know where they were going or why. We do not know why the woman paused and turned left, briefly, before continuing. ‘A remote ancestor,’ Leakey said, 'experienced a moment of doubt.’ Possibly they watched the Sadiman volcano erupting, or they took a last look back before they left. We do know we cannot make anything so lasting as these three barefoot ones did.” —Annie Dillard, For the Time Being
"When we have found all the mysteries..."
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