Winter midnight
is a humming motion of the inner ear
refracted from the trembling air of seconds
after sound.
What moves at midnight
is the lateral indecision of stars
that yet strike straight.
Their vacillation a peculiar refringency:
A bending of light, through the singular elasticity
of night, into waves that shore
on the sonic nerve.
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(No ocean in a seashell,
but hold your ear to the night sky-
in that beating, hear the stars.)
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A train splits space to the south
in a magnification of humming and trembling,
travelling as straight as starlight, but still
a rationale for midnight hearing.
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Gossamer Universe 
Great poem – really intelligent, tight imagery.
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