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Having Decided to Leave, You Found Yourself Arriving

In killer books pulped from piranha

spores, your physical self

is an energy signature, a photograph

beneath the veil.

 

Two qualities required for absolute truth:

brilliant and lonely. Hard-drive child

living under the moon’s supervision

 

downloading the saved into their

teleportation fantasies. Finalized

with a snap, they shut. Some days

nobody dies at all.


Posted 05/11/14
This poem is part of a larger series (Bigger On The Inside) written collaboratively around and through episodes of Doctor Who with the poet JenMarie Macdonald.
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