time counted down by the sediment
massive monument of mud
– its slow movement through seeming eternity –
and the clatter of Chinese chopsticks is
but its second hand.

Mud is the medium of memory
– palpable shapes –
reappears
water and light
The sharpness of sight replaces
hand-kneaded centuries of human loss.

veins of the meandering river
and the cross-section of tree rings,
rays surface of the aged tooth
—form the same ornament
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The universe found in a glass bead
and in everything else
always—everywhere

— Šimon Kadlcák