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By | 1 February 2016

long cold light
straight into eyes—
stand and face
bright blue

the star keeps us here
without it
we are nothing

winter sun is
so remote
as we spin
through darkness

there are things
I have never thought
seen, heard

when they come
they change me—
you bring
these things and I also go
to them
by chance I find

the first time but
not the only time

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