Originally posted 1/26/2011.
Starting with one thing,
leading inexorably to another:
such a steady bore, a boulder
that somehow gathers moss
as it rolls.
Those who first pushed it
believed they had made a revolution
simply because some things
they didn’t like were crushed
along the way,
but look —
there’s point A, where it began;
here’s point B, where we are;
pick your eyes up from its path
and step into the cool, unbruised twilight
beyond it.
Pretty soon
you won’t need a shaman to tell you
how much of what we think vanished in its wake
wasn’t destroyed at all,
how much of that is still there,
how much we still need
everything the boulder has missed,
and all that it keeps bypassing.

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