These flies on a white table burst Not yet song, their buzzing proves It suits me to think they have learned What are you thinking? from "Flies: A Few...
into shafts of light and touch down
again, sun-stricken,
the oil of their bodies breaking
light into all its parts.
less than noise, maybe more,
horizon note or beginnings
of pattern.
to make much of the nothing
their lives amount to.
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