Man may spring
from a stone
or a bird’s egg,
quite unlike
the image of an infant.
A single sandgrain
is nothing special,
but heaped up
makes a dune.
Just so, a tree staying put
moves into
a treeshape.
Yet
the moment before we find a word
memory’s pinpoint
cannot reach
we enter
the perfect vacancy of
O
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