Untitled Poem by Kamiel Choi
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I observe myself with scientific precision: a large-brained primate
manipulating an artifact with dexterous fingers.
I have gone to bed with blackness lately
for those who know how that feels.
Time's racing.
Imagine you are the only one in the universe
you are its grimace and everything is suspended
Perhaps we need words that last, to bear each other's gaze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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