To the Level Sown

August 15, 2013

Without noticing how the moon’s
well-defined craters
had turned transparent,
each larva prepares to leave
its shallow abscess,

itself a home for both
the dawn’s wet rust
and the emerging worm
that might become
either a pilgrim or a penitent.

To know the difference was to live
beyond the great bell itself—
so soft, only the larvae
could listen to the level sown
or see the mask worn.

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