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a poem

Walking down a mountain path,

the sky a half-black sail of stars,

I looked up at a vast earth on the horizon.

With an awkward, squinting focus, I

tried to scan the continents

but they were all oozy and in a strange configuration.

Breathing in the barren air I thought, “how can I see the earth from the earth?”

THE AMOEBA WEEPS