This is a pronoun prong. The memory of a hawk, a jaguar's shadow. A centrifuge is a machine, meaning or content, the spin of a star, the spin of a sun, the spin of a world, the turn of a page, different densities of blood. An eye haunts this language like a ruby, a night of rubies. Fonts of a pool of meaning, shine of a parchment moon.
Daylight is a public voltage.
Styrofoam packing in a box in the rain on a Sunday in April. The smell of jasmine from a motel garden. Red rake in a blue lake. The grammar of roots, the genius of leaves. The seven shuttle astronauts watched in delight 470 miles away as the rescued satellite was rocketed into high orbit.