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Jun 2016
Telescope walks
through the universe
to discover itself

distorted by suns
seated on your head
like your future
you give no thought
you just want your eyes
to tunnel through
and wade through
all past is left
for the telescope
no answers here
no closure
B Wasserman
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B Wasserman  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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