Prayer for Geography To all who fall to matter write the earth a space of white break of bread plates break in relief write stones cocks cry to collected waters or hollow fire of iron. Eat atmosphere, a garland sift on a drift post out the earth's hearth to horizon and swallow heat of antipodes plants ride out in leaves to mirror oceans to finger rivers tribulations smooth away our tombs. Figures of earth, press out our bodies. Strange our urge into that which takes stand. Distribute our loom work through the scape the seek of air each ear our forgotten art. For these are our herdsmen and without this earth as risk we have no right of river hear our three yonders a sphere of being of geography to the ring of ocean above them the maps antipodean tenderness in all who fall to matter who come simply to throw shadows on the moon's shifting horizon who devote constellations to the ends of the earth wide from the road of symmetry.
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