In the Empire of Light
the water’s completely dry  
floating on a surface of itself
around islands pointed south-southwest  
The wind fills it then
with more of itself  
according to the rules
which cause parallel lines  
to vibrate and cross
less and less  
among the hanging baskets from a rain forest
among the visiting statesmen  
from a rain forest
Here the dancer stops  
to regain her balance
and reelaborate the distance  
from the feet to the head
The risk is a part of the rhythm  
She steps out of
and into balance  
with those who are left
Chalk-marks show them where to stand 
--from 'The Book Against Understanding'; Michael Palmer

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