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see-saw.

Stamped: 5.5.09

sometimes the world is flat
like yesterday.
sometimes it's easy to see
all the way across
to India, or Madagascar.

but we all know that
[Atlas as its fulcrum]
the earth is precariously
built.
on the days when Atlas moves
from the center

every movement forward
becomes
falling.

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