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Becomes a decisive body.

Acts on its ends,


which is to say

hands, like cloves,


budding flat.

Cuts a water-wheel


from its body,

a jenny wheel,


Catherine wheels.

It is coastline and,


as such, sheet lightning

issuing in fragile exodus


and armada. Question

what seems less devolved:


flowers wed to hands,

etymologies, stony acts


of will or fate.The center

unravels no more easily


than a stone:

it spreads in leaves,


it erases itself in

strands of brilliance,


it unlocks in florets

through the reflective blackness.

from We Are PharaohFind more by Robert Fernandez at the library

Copyright © 2011 Robert Fernandez
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Poems Robert Fernandez

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