this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ponder
Time is at the loom. With a final stitch,
The design unravels. Memory blooms:
The past, the present. Who knows which is which?
~Howard Moss
, from section 5 of “At the Masseur’s,”
New Selected Poems
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