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Mirrorform: Visionary
I see what’s almost there—
a book-shaped gap in a thought
or the sex in the statesman’s obit,
cracks in the exosphere.
Let rubberneckers stare
at the fur the killer wore,
the flash of flesh at the tear.
I see what’s almost there.
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Mirrorform: Visionary