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    Strange Matters
    Strange Matters
    Strange Matters
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    Strange Matters

    By M.R. Graham

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    A strange and beautiful cocktail of stardust and quicksilver, wrought into poetry.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherqui est in literis
    Release dateJan 30, 2019
    ISBN9781386969976
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      I am a case study in creation,

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      What is happening up there where the intellect resides,

      between synapse and stardust?

      And where does it go when the sparks die?

      coelacanth

      We crawled from the water

      like the first legged creatures,

      young vertebrates gasping in the sharp air.

      Yearning for flight,

      we hugged the ground fearfully

      and thrust fingers into the raw soil, 

      mimicking the roots all around us, 

      but we did not grow.

      Darkness stroked the moon-streaked sky,

      where stars and rain fell as one.

      We saw none of this with our blind cavern eyes, 

      but we felt the lights sparkle against our upturned faces,

      and we swore one day, we

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