When all space converges
A tight pucker;
On the other side:
Immense wide open echo
Then again on all sides
You can even hear it
Surrounding you
Reverberating midair
A blast of chilly wind
From the river's mouth
Silent orphan
Pretending to be toothless
And in that soft hollow
A grounding feeling
Perfect balance
For such an off kilter wheel
John Luther Adams
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