Stars, perhaps already dead when we see them, snapshots of the universe, cradle to old age. You look up and see time caught in the act of making history, light’s slight of hand exposed, concealed in appearances. The present of long ago deep freezer fresh, living fossils in the depth of the mine. Travelling band on the road just doing one night stands. I hold your photograph against the night, the one with you approaching, one hand blurred with movement, the head slightly inclined and the tail-end of a smile, a red dwarf. I try to travel upstream against the current of the beam.Birth sign: Libra
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