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A Place for Time  /17

 

               For Lewis Mumford

 

It begins in the ocean

and branches out across

a tree called life. 

When it swims it flies and

when it learns it grows.

 

Finally, a crown colony

of mutual interest

over which the center defines moments

connecting time and space

with dynamic electrical impulse

toward freedom. 

 

This then as a place in time,

creating other worlds,

which reflect back from when. 

 

A time for place.

 

 

 17. 



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