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The Emptying of the Censers

And operated on her brain.

And moved around the very

stones of that foundation.

And poured fire into a lake.

And then stood by

whistling at the sky. Bad

news, I’m afraid. Sit

down if you like.

Later, I found her

in the farthest North. Five

thousand miles of train

tracks away, wearing

a black cap lined

with stars and planets, at

the vastest edge

of that northern forest

where the question

of distance

is answered by time. She

did not look surprised. I

wasn’t expecting you

so late, she said, her

words set to music:

motherhood, that

grand opera

staged in a cave.