Converging to a singularity

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Converging to a singularity


Edit 1

The red bus climbs 
uphill, and is gone –
drawing the stillness 
to close,  like a curtain,
like ripples reflected 
at the edge of a lake,
from stones dropped in water:
the wave that was coming
to the centre returning,
the sound of the engine
made silent again.

Original

The red bus climbs 
uphill, and is gone –
drawing the stillness 
to close,  like a curtain,
like ripples returning 
on a pool’s surface
from a stone dropped in water:
the wave that was coming
to the centre returning,
the sound of the engine
made silent again.