I find my repetitions
Reassuring, alignments
With the way the world repeats,
Repeatedly with some slight
Difference, clicking through options,
Turning the dial, tuning waves.
I think of the line, “a gnat-
Size idea of the darkness,”
In Perillo’s lake poem, “Wheel.”
Yes, it’s a wheel with a mouth
And several kinds of darkness.
Spin. Pray for means to withdraw.
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