are like the petroglyphs
left by an ancient star people
or the imprint and the after-effect
of the breathing of a great
interplanetary being
the intimate embrace
of warmth and light
across the universal circle
and every year the little grape
of the earth with the sweetness
that gathers on its surface in the fall
is lifted to the mouth of that god
and chewed and swallowed
and the seed spat out again
into the waiting sod that got
this whole thing started
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