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The visible world is made of
Ashes, chirriguresque ashes:

Compact, compiled, complex,
And incomplete without our moaning bones

Singing hollow and alone
Above dirty tides of dust and stuff

The visible world is made of.
The visible world is made of

Histories grown rich in ruin:
Reichs, Romans and religions gone down

To soften our tumble into the now
The visible world is made of.

Yesterday's news and today's maybes
And all the clocks that ever crossed hands

In our walk from the mailbox
To breakfast oranges and eggs

Are ashes, ashes that sift
From if to the gift

The visible world is made of,
The visible world is made of.

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