are designed to contain worlds
in solution: little goblets for
sampling whole seas and raging climates.
In this way would it not be good
to have one's life center upon something
private and small, such as
keys, names, sleeping tablets?
You could carry this secret
everywhere and fondle it like a lucky piece,
cool and heavy in the fingers . . .
perhaps like a coin minted in antiquity,
by some old Emperor blurred by
the rub of dead thumbs for centuries;
engraved with words nobody alive
can read. Here would be salvation
and all the wisdom you'd ever need.
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