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A Very Lonely Child
A mechanical mind,
in a turquoise night.
Feel the cold black light
in the heart of an atom.
The ceramic dense child
in the hydrogen heart
is a planet too far
from his parents and star.
Flicker shudder and blink
in the ice of this ink.
We stare inward and die.
Calculate but not think.
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