In One Turn
Eight orchestrated cameras
align and snap the center.
In one turn, the universe
rearranges the stars. Until we gather,
I know where the objects are:
The nightlight the tuning fork the icemaker the spoon
the matches the hammer the paint brush the wrench
the speaker the lantern the sword and the ball
Until we run to Andromeda,
we gaze alone, feet in the dust,
as we climb dark staircases in space.
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