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Chemical manipulation


Clock hands rotate at speeds

set in plain, dependable stone.


Morning: Think of structures.

Spin them.


Then, feed forward at midday

like insects feasting on plant roots.

Methods in the madness -

Detritus.


Knowledge settles. Thoughts need food too.


I raid family trees;

the histories and songs.

Deflecting

half-light.

Reflecting movements of charge.



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