J. Burgess

August 16, 1999 - Dundonald, Belfast
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I sometimes imagine...

I sometimes imagine the planet
through the cones in my eyes, or the atoms that make us –
atoms, strange
atoms, everywhere –
no self, no other, no belief
no love, no hate, or start or end
soaring around our rock
like those great metal birds
created by physics and fire
helping us run away from earth.
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