The Beginning of Science
Long before Saint Patrick,
leather-footed musicians
would keyhole dawn
to catch the sun in ice candles.
They played those flames on strings,
their spikes of sound,
for children’s whistling eyes and lunatics,
who, in their distance, danced.
Fire caged in ice, ice in their hand;
music lit from within;
ambition began;
separation became a beauty.
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