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well, all ischanged;the deserthas come toyou.besides, there’s nothing tosee. • the springs rise and dry,the sunny field israisedwithout apologies, the weathercock, crosswinds, and wingspans form an isthmus tothe sun, the sun, the field’sheadress. the gold steeple of the desertstretches its arms tothe curbs of your street and needles flowers through your window. (the talking stones werepissed and murmuring. the astroturf was growing. zeros wereasking no questions as stages on the way tounrewarded perfection.) • in the room, thereisa creak,its sound stops you and makes you quiet. thereisa repetition. thereisthe sound of a fountain thatisjust a sound. thereisa fiedsheet and a gold frame. thereisa paernedglass and thereiswater in the glass. thereisa blue inkpot and an amber inkpot. thereisa disappearance(the sun). thereisa repetition. (21)