A small doll nested in hollow dolls

sits on a shelf

in a house on a street in a city on earth

in a solar system fitted into the milky way

that rides on the blooming universe

but where is all this

water knows to be water

a spruce grows into a spruce

in a crevice

buckling down, living on less

grasping the entire address can’t matter

mountain

topped with a temple

whose god has a pleasing countenance, a broken tusk

and four arms

and is tended by a family

under the same roof as their cows

incomprehensibly

all this is, all that is

itself

translated over and over

present at any address