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The First Tool

“the first tool / is time.”

the first tool
is time.
mimicking

God’s dark
bones, time dips
dry toes

in new
crevasses
of pain,

wet with scars.
time hurts
my closed eyes—

moving
achingly
quickly

like pulsing
beats from
deep, ancient

hearts near
fear. time bends,
changing

slowly,
then all at
once; the

flickering,
conscious
arrival

of God.

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