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Canticle of Before

It has begun before it begins—with a foretaste, a bead of nectar, an unshed tear, glassine, brimming with impulse.

And before the bead: wind, before the wind: cold, before the cold: dark—an absence presence set aside, a hollow to harbor power.

And before the hollow: the hollowed, the whole, the indivisible one.

And before the one, the perfect zero: the knife that proves it flawless by flawing it.

And who holds the knife, subtle and sharp, the probe that pierces and then withdraws, leaving a single glistening drop?