Sheep bells and the cathedral chimes of Chartres
clappers of wood of iron of clay

long snakes undulating through water
needles of ice pelting window panes

a geologic stratum in its fiery sliding leaves behind caves
traces of lace and crystal — all to be transformed
into an immense head and paw
and further away, with shrill tones
a galaxy, next to a blackened valley
where yet a number 1 swims with pointed arrows
sparks from a hobbled hoof, now hear organ pipes, a thousand
birds, hear someone sear a feast of lamb chops
the coffee cup where Life was first born
the primeval ocean lulling pale-blue protozoa

for all this, up in a soundproof booth
a living finger must still want
to press a button