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The Nosy Intern - Nov. 24, 2020

Gary Hunter

I study light in my off hours


of course I am an ignorant physicist

or at best a nosy intern

but it appears that luminescence when

pressed twisted and folded becomes the

solid breathing moving colored

animated thing called life


and when we die I do wonder

what takes our rusted luster

buffs and twists it into

a kicking screaming birth

which theoretically might appear

as a neon light bulb just turned on


or maybe more like

two moons pawing at clouds

to get a look at the brightness

staring down from another pair of eyes

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