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| In the plus-light
world neons rouge the sidewalk the moon blanches the bay and the stars tie webs of liquid life through the up like strings of addiction |
In the minus-light world alleys' shine pains the eyes of knife assailants. The sun offers black, a hole punch wound, escape hatch in the sky. |
particle waves reach a cosmic escape velocity and at time zero shake each other's hand.
a force exerted without a medium, a cosmic voodoo
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