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hermit series

I am focusing my sentient salience
on the greatest sandwich
Saturn string-beans: a planet made of satin.
I rotate around my gut, ping-ponging between possibilities
which arrange themselves repetitiously
I forge onward, waiting for the flash of light
that will illuminate my path, little bit by little bit
My iridescent nail polish chips away
I am my own pale blue dot.

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