Stack and drop, paper clock
Stepping stones suspended nothing

Turn the page?
Rip it out.
flutter down, swaying, cavorting



Clusters naming what could be
words left unread
scattered, unread
Our own pages fall in different ways.



Different words and styles of writing
scatter telling different stories
eventually they start to merge
approaching ends from every angle



what a mess we've made
for thousands of years
we've let these pages fall.

Try to measure order but
We only get,

Where the words all intersect.



After a hundred thousand years our pages finally cross.
What you have written and let fall on the stories i've been taught
the paper loops and sways and settles where my eyes can see
And one word, Embraces mine:
"We"