INVENTION

	One thing exists 
	in the court of yammering atoms.
	The hypnotic miracle.
	Tears play no part in it.
	In this jagged bed it is unstinting.
	Soon I am back at you.
	For you and for me
	the clamor of electrical virtue
	is directionless babble.
	I forget the carbon core
	of the sun - and that
	misery runs down the magnitudes
	of the receding atom.
	I have your dust to save me.

	- Lee Ballentine

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