Summer 2004 • Vol. XXVI No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 2004 |

The Universe

The universe called him back. Collect. He answered Several letters, finished all essential reading, distributed Instructions for his employees, left the building, And was gunned down by a sniper, or hit by a bus, Or a piano fell from a chain. He was forever uncertain. But the way hydrogen atoms excited him, whipped By the solar wind—about that he could be precise. It was the particles that wanted him. Their initials Were etched inside his cells. He returned to the waveforms, Emptied of himself by fractals and strange attractors.

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T. R. Hummer’s tenth book of poems, Ephemeron, was published by LSU Press in November 2011; his second book of essays, Available Surfaces, will appear in University of Michigan Press’s Poets on Poetry Series in 2012. He lives in Phoenix, Arizona, and teaches at Arizona State University.

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