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an aLeatoriC CantiCLe
an aLeatoriC CantiCLe Bryce Langston
Sing to the Lord a new song. Rearrange what is, for there is nothing other than what has been and what He has made.
Old creation be in a new way— in difference of billionths, proclaim the glory of God.
The leaves of branches sprout, fall in reverence upon a grassy altar
waving palms bow and rise, dry and lay prostrate
the hair of a newborn grows just as a blossom universe unfolds.
Sing to the Lord a new song, though there is nothing new here— sing to the Lord a new song. Poetry 71
