"...I keep forgetting
the rules, a Ptolemaniac with stars & suns circling me; I keep
missing my cues, can't arrange the particles moments are made of..."
From "Satellite Convulsions" by Ben Doyle
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For whatever it's worth, I've posted a tiny short story here.
(I especially hope the insomniacs among y'all enjoy it.)
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"Though leaves no vacancy for memory..."
But when memory comes, it is a huge blue horse wider than the sky.
And thought but a slow rider clinging to its mane
(uh...or something - please forgive the insomniac from the other side of the ocean)
Cool photo!
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