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  • She plays The Four Seasons backwards and watches in grand delight
    as the trees catch fire with leaves
    then cool to shimmering and drinkable greens.
    She sees memories
    become crystalline before her eyes and then turn quickly into giddy shaking surprise until they dissolve
    in endlessly limpid waters.
    Everything ends beautifully at their very beginnings! All hurts healed. All martyrs
    liberated and holy, once again.
    The world
    is filled
    with song.

    The Master Mechanic says
    this will not do.
    He plays the Seasons forward.
    The trees go parched, catch fire, and turn back to bare sticks. Giddy surprise turns to
    stoney edifice. All wounds open and then toughen with stiff scars. The martyrs are abandoned and crucified. And all of us, we walk on thin ice, cautious for fear of falling. Everything ends at its ending. The world goes silent. The Master Mechanic says this is
    as it should be.

    (Perhaps he's right. Still, we take her side every time...)

    * Il cimento dell'armonia e dell'inventione
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