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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

among hologram trees, fresh from the tundra of dreams

As If Made of Blue Legos:

Death is like Russia:                                                                                        
beautiful, cold, expansive,                                                                           
expensive. Ephesus says:                                                                             
even marble turns to chalk.                                                                          
Aldebaran is nearing                                                                                 
the end of its life.                                                                                        
Jupiter and the moon are                                                                              
the closest they'll be until 2026. 

Susan Firer.


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