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VIRGIN EARTH
She lies before me, featureless and freshAs the savannah on the first dawn.My white salt, her blood-red ironMeet there on the restless landscape.She is my blessing, and I am her glory,I rejoice, or rather whisper to myself.This before me is the one true object,The actual event, and I am her witness.At that her strata quake…
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THE FOURTH GENERATION
At this too-late stage, I see the folly of my work, and I can only beg for your forgiveness, with full awareness that no apology can possibly absolve me for what I’ve done. I was born in 1932, the year that the atom was split. From my childhood, it seemed like the world was the…
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