And we crossed the interstellar synapse
with a half-turn, our hypersonic holograms
profiled in sound. light conscious
here, after critical mass, we heard a vision
vibrating in a vortex in a concave nut.
(fate, i'm
a) centaur,
moonbell synced in feeled quantum. mined
aeons, my fourgodden city, crystal tranquility
basebeating, pulsed the askew aura of earth.
k(o meg a) n plucked, deep pitched to tropic sea,
yeaster and to morrow it shifts, radiant
fisheye spokes lifting a lightwheel wakeroar
of star-shaking schumannwavebraking shock
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