Circles; and circles within circles, the measure of a life, a beginning and an end, a cross section and a section of the cross, worm holes and the path of the saw, flotsam, the cliffside ground into silica dust, particles of glass and the one oblong seed amidst the chaos of limbs and castaway branches carried northward by oceans seething with the storm brew washed west by the rivers, waiting for the eyes of two bodies wandering witnesses with microscopes scanning hunched over and cutting cross sections of light from the light.

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