we’re always new, impossibly repeating by Glenn Ingersoll

Next to the mountain the mouse is gigantic.
One star turns away from another star.
The ages peel off in sheets and in sequins.
Two creeks braided, two brooks knotted, a little seethe of sea.

I was there for one extra.
The next absence requires days of preparation.
We can tease out a drop, put it aside, anxiously flexing.
Has sopped up several lives, yet the gold’s still dry.

How many rivers shall be cut from the one river?
Not a bad body. Has all the essentials.
That is because of the alone quality.
The outward push of light forestalls a collapse.

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