And
so this is your terror or
its starting: the
skull and spine of a bird dissembling
in a
sepulcher of butter dish and
tissue. Say it
is a floret of vertebrae. Say
its ribs are like barbed fishhooks, airy as
angel wings your
light, say it, shadows through. See
how your fingers stroke the flat skull pieces, the
egg tooth that once chipped the
shelled universe--
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co-author of You Can Learn Online. McGraw-Hill 2002