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Infinity is a Field

by Aly Northrup

Infinity is a field of cerulean flax
Blooming, broken golden stalks and seeds,
Life and death a reliable whim of the world,
Earth recycled,
Horizon to horizon, blue then gold, then blue again,
No beginning

                                                                               No end

Waves of useful,




And I run my fingers through her deep-rooted hair,
I play with the stuff of the universe—
Stringy, tangled, quivering fibers,
Matter and shadow enmeshed in matter and shadow,
Amiably drowning in the ocean that never ends. And

I am