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”artificial singularity“
a poem by Meg Freer
we rehearse our meeting of minds
in a cupboard of stars
they shine
only during daylight red star white star
their outer paths visible invisible
sudden cold silences the sun
subliminal thoughts vanish
lightning organized electricity
flings our dreams shining skull-light
towards life uncommon
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* Some phrases adapted from William Firebrace, Star Theatre, Reaktion Books, 2017
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