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by B. Z. Niditch

Language in a galaxy
of autodidactic comets
of Soyuz and Sputnik
beyond a doubled space
from my telescoped world
of a million images
in a divorce of boundaries

Timeless without patterns
of formulaic half-speech
opening glittering connections
of kinetic distance
from our fearless energy
and removing
all artifacts
out of our foreign bodies
as in a Jackson Pollock
with stellar murmurs
the day counterfeit
from our fingertips

To our unmasked
silence on
an encapsulated hourglass
Unblocking the first light
captive to our flesh, skin
retina, bone, skeleton,
opening a simulacrum
from visible dark mirrors
on a grey morning
from nameless horizons
of landscaped city and skies

Where magnetic thoughts
in a porous prolific storm
empower our universe

Copyright © 2013 by B. Z. Niditch

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