Arrival into this thing of things
Another stretch of days
Stuffed with packing peanuts
Taped shut with guesses
Wrapped in scenarios
Scribbled in the greetings of control
Told what to tell
The anxious demand analysis
While they circle themselves
Take one's eyes to the cliff
Where they look down and rest
From labor's dizzying monotony
Look over with congested heart
To open and let arteries drain
In preparation for the dive into the seen
And soon to be overexposed
And welcome black
The chalk outline
On the negative's emulsion
Erased by the ocean's spreading
Rhythm
- Max Stoltenberg
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