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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


                 * Some phrases adapted from William Firebrace, Star Theatre, Reaktion Books, 2017

ninth moon
go back
go forward

artificial singularity

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