800
out
of the blue
if you can see it
it will be
so we
watch for the becoming
fix on what isn't a square
the roundness
from nothing
and just as soon gone
ourselves are
out of thin air
out of time's mind
another world rose to such a height
now we're watching for an appearance
shapes tell till we're the story
camel and weasel and whale, very like
by the mass
up there for us
as we down here do
entertain the dance of the notes
from stave to air
to ear
then the sky's all tin
tap on it
so a star might show
see it in the house
in glass
see where the rain
stood still
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