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Matter

Saint Paul, 14 November 2005
For scientists and seekers of reasoned truth
 
Matter was one, then blew up
Cracked panes and faulty locks
The crumbled glazing
Of abandoned tintypes

These one-story buildings 
Faced graded dirt streets
With silvery boardwalks that
Expand like the universe

One-by-one I lift the floorboards
Where heavens were woven as one
I discover the neck of a bottle
That once poured forth clues

I find the town church vacant
Its shattered clerestory whistling
I'm left to explain the natural world
Temptation being in short supply

A wind-bent aerial is my tuning fork
My covenant is two-fold as follows
I draw from nature, but when I get stuck
I can't call in a mulligan from god