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Arcturus Talks to Earth
When I observe you in ultraviolet
as space is moving us
like a paint bucket in a black/white film
floating on tiny crests
driven to shore by tide only
to wait on the sand
as an actor pretends to
make art, dripping the brush in
- to its mouth as the water drags it to sea
I blink - it is just
now reaching me, as radio-waves.
Written by Jocelyn Deane
Read by Jess Lu
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