[the Writing of Kuypers]
we were at some sort of showing
sculpture, it was eighty-three
and it went on and on, one smooth
they displayed it on the water
and I was in the water with someone
touching it
I didn’t think I could make it across
I kept feeling the sides, the smoothness
somehow, transcribed along the
there’s wasn’t much at eighty-three
to present
information about the future
what it says
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some sort of exhibit
where they were displaying the glass
billion years old, and it was
more smooth than anything
curve after another
it was so old
was it a lake, or the ocean
it rested on the water, religiously
a man, I don’t know who
and we were swimming around it,
he was on the other side, told
me to swim under it
but I went under, across I went
sides of the sculpture, was a
time line, a record of history
billion years ago, but there was
more and more the closer we got
I remember reading Lyndon
Johnson’s name, and then I saw
it was all on the glass, I was
looking at it, but I can’t remember
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