From the trees the leaves came down
            until we joined hands with a wand
            and that act enabled them
            somehow then to reach the ground

            where they scuttered round our feet
            urging the latter to unite
            with a baton as if that act
            together with the hands can clasp

            a dowsing-stick cut from the same
            branch from which we launched
            converging on gravity's purge-point

            at which point we merged to remove
            all consonants from our star-maps.
            The infinite consists of vowels alone.


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