bend forward to the detail
so tiny and refined
the hand
was so steady
not even the hum and fissure of electricity
breath held

city life is pulsating
streets flow and jumble
noise scatters the mind
or keeps it cavernous
beasts rise to the left and right
steady and dominant

there are ways to go wrong
strike the stone with the hammer
pierce the canvas with the knife
snap the strings as you pluck them
have your foot where it should never be
love something that is worth nothing

in a few seconds
decisions are made
fate turns on the tip of a pin
something that doesn’t exist
there’s no point in space
points don’t exist

look toward the fine detail
engraved or pounded in
the will
so insistent
nothing takes away from it or adds
as it moves


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