points of departure

cusp

March 11, 2006 · 1 Comment

Coil turn twist tight
breathe in, breathe in
Still the air, the moment
the tiny moment before.

Hover crouch pause think
Hold in, hold in
Freeze the frame, the moment
the tiny moment before

The dice will stop spinning, will fall
The arc will soon take shape
The clock will strike the hour
Anyway, anyhow, any moment now,
the moment after the cusp.

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