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Accidents of Composition: there could be accidents of kindness here

Is it the sun
a hole
sucking in a bird
or Icarus about
to singe the sun?
The poet asks as she circumnavigates the globe, history–then, an inner universe. When it responds, there's the small shudder, the sprawl of a spin or the quiet before and after a full circle.
Lang: Eng