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grief wakes the nucleus
of the whole atom
wavers the line of stopped ambulances
alongside the freeway
swivels like a swung shovel
coming at you in a yard full of wreckage
you snap one of those plastic
produce tabs on it, saying
this is something I did
this is something I will not do
then in the arbor of sudden light
time, collapsar, dissolves in it
a telephone, like the arm moving to answer its ring,
wakes up
wakes, this time
the whole atom