Academy of Ablatives

G.C. Waldrep

Star Carr

The rigor of small objects, a syllabus.

Earth, its tendencies:

mud; sand; stone. We read these depths

as seeds in time, kernels of the dance.

The dance of objects,

vanishingly slow. A nail, a pierced bone.

The first lesson, repeated, remains

the first: it hurts. It pleads its urgency.

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