Everything is fixed to a point.
The death of a poet or a poem is
            fixed to a point.  This House, that
Bank account, this Piece of paper
            on the floor.  That Light that shines
            there instead of elsewhere.
Appealing to the better nature of
            things.  Inventing angels.
Inventing angels.  The light that
            that light shone shone there
            instead of elsewhere.  Each
            corner of the room fixed in
            an angle to itself.
The death of a poet or a poem or
            a Piece of paper.  Things
Fix themselves.


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