Hearing is a syllable, and gravity, balance--all fit inside words. Sight fits there like the string at the center of a ball, fits so tightly you'd think the ball is made of wood, like an old fashioned toy. And all the nerves are sparking in the hiccup of an instant--maybe not enough for a vowel, but a clotted thing at the back of the throat will do. Notice how crows land on the telephone line.


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