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At first there are too many ways to tell you
how it flew into the wall, how the red animal

turned into a brick and now the wall keeps
my house upright.  Maybe it's safe to tell you

there might have been a hole the animal flew into,
and inside there was a sealed-off nest
full of red eggs and too many flowers
woven together with razor wire.

It would make sense to tell you the wall
permitted only the miniature to pass --

only the holiest of all things, and the animal
deserved to locate the entrance, to scan

the wall at night for an openingand
finally it shed a tiny drop of blood


that propelled it through.  It spent every day
refining interruptions, unfolding solid mass, 

sensing it would have to change, and when it did,
its body would transfer to the other side 

through a bullet-sized tunnel
and so the animal prayed it would be small

but didn't stop there, it wanted the physics to be right
and waited for you to watch.

-- Madeleine Barnes


Speaking of Chapter And Verse


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