Space Travel

I go to art museums and write down the titles to
future poems as I wander around;

When I return to the list, I find myself
recalled to the precise point of view,
a time machine in the form of three or
four words and the setup for the return;

Re-seeing is the seed to construct
a plant, flower and fruit, from the
mimetic material, and the belief in
a creative rod and cone under the lid
continues to make itself round.

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