WARNING PSALM

You must not keep still, but vibrate, like any given crop or mineral. At least these things understand that
the center will hold, that the molten core is a far-off
goal to grow toward, but whose outskirts offer extinction. My God, that any of us makes claims on the absolute.
That only comes after the disaster. While we're in it,
we're as naked as Kansas. Do you begin to see that in our role as survivors of nothing, we give up
everything? The flash of eyes, the groping reach---truly, an international moment. Do you begin to see?
That in the muting of our differences, we might
lend ourselves to silence?