Stasis is a country fallen

under a lethal spell, a king

wracked by fevers, a girl
who sleeps all day, unreachable

in her tower. Nothing can grow,
or everything keeps the same

way forever--- wheat always
just about to ripen, calving

animals caught in the throes
of pushing something new

at last into the world.
Reversal is what one

seeks to enact: all sleepers
awakening, the rivers sweet

and clear again; every stone
on the hillside just an ordinary

stone-- not someone whose heart
was so hardened on this threshing

floor called life, not even art-
less birdsong could move it. 

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