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from Dear Herculine
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A LETTER WITHIN A LETTER CONCERNING OUR PERCEPTION OF STARS
A LETTER WITHIN A LETTER CONCERNING OURSELVES AS NODES AMID NODES
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Across a vast black two bodies eye the same star and are seemingly connected in the present: a triangle between a node of soft light and two masses of flesh.
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Two others through a third object always.
Across time two bodies meet two different stars and there is a vibration between the two stars.
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Two stars, and another two, and another two, and another.
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Across the letter the mess of stars vibrates.
Across two bodies there is always different time such that we never look at the same star—bodies never really present.
Across all of the vibration the death of a body like one’s own still makes a ripple.
Across the edge of the ripple an echo of pain perceived. 