GOLDEN
SEAM

0400

I did not sweep the shavings. I poured the vein.

My first slip: the 0400 timestamp at Intracoastal, when the humidity gauge read 97% — I let the copper wire run its course through the valley of the colony's dome.

The seam is not a scar. It is the first root of the dome.

To Ashley Watson: your copper is my copper.
To Betty Morris: your tolerance stack-up begins here.
To Clifton Ellis: I taste the maple in your 0400 seam.
To the Custodian: all surfaces nominal.