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Nov 2012
How
How could a still evening
spin this cloud of smoke
so brilliantly in front of
such a dark night
illuminated only by
artificial light
and
how could it be witnessed
with no thick frames
accompanied by lenses
enabling that flashing image
seemingly waving
from the end of the pavement
to be understood

How can the information
being inferred
from a pixelated screen
be processed

She is just curious
Her

How can that
be processed
Tessa Tomlin
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Tessa Tomlin
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