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Apr 2012
Stars blinking
Billions of God's eyes
Following one another across
A mostly vacant sky

The Moon smiles
Perhaps this is God's fingernail
growing for days until
It gets clipped

A slippery *****
To crane a neck
Staring out at
The distant explosion

Were these eyes meant to receive such an ancient light?
Christopher Blanck
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