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Disruption Without Shrapnel

An admission of a river’s deviation from whatever path

aligned to the stars, you clip a word from the mind

until it forms its own kind of mind:

a curtain meant to protect nothing, no castle of sky

creeping into view.

And what of the morning?

The newspaper troubles whatever glow

defined by the light.

Don’t worry or wonder—

the world contains enough rubble

for the weight of every

body and for the weight of every body

we might imagine a space filled and emptied

again. In denying yourself

you deny a crucial part of the storm.