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when we hear stars

when we hear stars we think backlit pinholes on black velvet and we wonder what lies beyond the smooth surface of the finite expanding universe other nights we think star wombs pregnant with iron giving birth to planet children like … Continue reading

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east every morning and west every way home, always moving sunwardly, squinting into flare and glare it’s a kind of pain and a kind of holiness like death and birth, all the missed chances and lonely graveside dances

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