MATTER: A Pantoum

What gods do is make and let the pieces fall. Billions of clocks on billions of beaches turning as our hands move however they move or our four legs or six or eight.

Billions of eyes in billions of deserts move through their times or none and we move our two legs or four or six or eight and our hearts and chloroplasts, mycelium,

our many eyes or none. Our structures crystalize, the plates and hearts and chloroplasts and mycelium subduct and bump as we rise and fall.

The structure of our crystals, how the plates and all we do is an echo of clapping hands as we subduct and bump and rise and fall. With voices, silences, wavings of branches

we echo with our hands and twigs and whatever anemones use for voices: silences? wavings of branches? We’re all made of one matter.

Twigs and anemones turn while our hands move however they move because we’re all the matter and making matter and falling is what we do.