pencil on good paper
a faint scrape i scramble
to set down what's whispered
in the purblind blazing
dull pencil & deathless
quand'ry that i quench at
Nanobot swarms optimizing the Universe for alignment.
"I admire tinsel as much as gold: indeed, the poetry of tinsel is even greater, because it is sadder." --letters of Flaubert
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