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It’s in the sitting, the unstudied control 
of your bent frame for the light, the eye

batting hair unblown 
the aerobatic housefly’s 
derring-do, unswatted 

all the world zigging, it’s all 
in the sitting, the sitting

for the generational blessing
of a stern visage with flock
unattended, ten minutes

of unsmiling photons 
weaving silver waves, clashing 
on copper plates, a one hundred

and eighty year wait 

for just a shade
of your face

Friday Writings #200: To the power of 10

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