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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

ninth moon
go back
go forward

artificial singularity

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