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When we are gazing down at the slowly 

        shifting, blue-

rimmed, earth 

                         beneath us

He sings to me:

God is a stargazer

Carving maps

Of where the universe           ends

                Orb in creased palm, he glides


A solitary ecliptic



Meandering his way 

through the 




We are only stardust ... he whispers

When we are too tired for sleeping


We are every 

                    place we have never been



C a t h e r i n e   Z h u 





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Issue 78

Variations on Absence

edited by Laura M. Kaminski






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