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And Made of It

East, enter potter under
whose hands the world
turns clockwise.
West, counterclockwise,
say tradition meaning
means nothing,
no blown breath nor big pull.
In the name of is what it is,
sun casts the shadows
as themselves for a change.
To speak to into or to
through this needs more
than my little muscles.
Perhaps a handle.
An as if turned to music,
slurry sieved to slip.
Here are my hands
for pulling the walls up.
Here is the air
will cause a wobble.
Rib to tip in the direction
of rotation, murmur,
momentum, tell you
What. I tell you What.
Centred, I am ready
for an opening.
But for a throw of,
or thrown off, or
to or for or from.
Kick throw repeat
is my prayer
for a pliable vessel.
I have never seen
a child unquiet
while watching
the wheel.
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David Geary
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Kerry Hines
Andrew Johnston
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Iggy McGovern
Mary Macpherson
Dora Malech  
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Emma Neale
Gregory O'Brien
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