The NS Poem: Nocturne
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The stretching of a bird through darkeningSpace has the structure of a glance.
It stays close to the waterTo need less.
White notches fill the sky, the cellOf a god who has lost countBut still hopes.
Does it end? We can’t all be blessedWith bodies arranged like horizons.
The bird makes a calculation.It is panicking away from the experimentLife could be.
Look after me.
The hours are deepening.
The ai
It stays close to the waterTo need less.
White notches fill the sky, the cellOf a god who has lost countBut still hopes.
Does it end? We can’t all be blessedWith bodies arranged like horizons.
The bird makes a calculation.It is panicking away from the experimentLife could be.
Look after me.
The hours are deepening.
The ai
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