Everyone’s secret is the knowledge
That the space underneath any bridge
Is a mass of ghosts whose length is unity.
Inside the telescope’s tube
I am a lunar coordinate
An ache about the focal distance.
Everyone’s secret is the knowledge
That the space underneath any bridge
Is a mass of ghosts whose length is unity.
Inside the telescope’s tube
I am a lunar coordinate
An ache about the focal distance.
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