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Mar 2023
Shut, open once more
Mortal eyes to welcome the light:
The modest ushering in of photons
who tiptoe towards the photoreceptors
dancing, gingerly between their fingertips
whispering their electrochemical messagesβ€”
tens of millions of data-bitsβ€”
bundled and strung up in between synapses
Sent to a distant place in the back of my head
Segregated, sorted
rearranged until the details emerge.
Iz
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Iz  22/F/Cambridge, MA
(22/F/Cambridge, MA)   
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