From a distant star
The flashbulb burning itself
into the collective’s
knowing oblivion.
A blip and blop and click and sputter.
Morse in uneven distribution
of light’s focus.
Slipping into an inkwell.
Returning unblemished
Dipping again
Into an unknown.
Slept well
and
Shaken awake
At the whims of
Some unseen
dark-hearted puppeteer.
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