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Is the recollecting mind an aviary? Once he pushed

through hermetically sealed revolving doors

into a humid forest where he sighted a toucan,

but where is the o‘o a‘a? A pin fits in a pocket,

but how do you put a world inside a world?

Two twins, ex-marines, stretch Okinawan bows

and aim their hips and eyes at the target;

the arrows are not yet not yet released.

As death burns a hole into a piece of paper,

a fern frond in the Alaka‘i Swamp uncoils in mist.

He glows when she puts her hand on his chest;

the sun spins faster at the equator than at the poles.

He lays six blossoming orchid branches on the floor,

stares at the shapes of flower vases on shelves

in the storeroom. It is as if all the possible shapes

of the world were waiting to come into being,

as if a new shape was about to come into being,

when, x, a calico cat scratches at the door.