faces faintly seen
in dark whispers
of what may or may not be
a light
or a darkness
rippling
swaying
pulsing pins and motes and grains
weighed against
the background black
the way away waning
the far off farce
of what was once
an iota
of measurable
photons
immeasurably
numbered
bouncing beamed beyond
the moon's own craters
and the farthest
rings of
the Haymaker.
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