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Shamsa

A miracle I cannot shake
Is that I’m here. Alive. Awake.
In a world where all is fake—
Manufactured realities
Past generations failed to anticipate
From the deepest depths of ocean do
Emerge the ghosts of stars we knew
To navigate and to explore
Eventually by machines that soared,
For once they reflected off waters' edge
But not with cities of industries to fledge
And were I here to find our peace
To share with someone this release
It’s not my place—not by force,
To reveal to…

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Lo Potter

Lo Potter

Author | Editor | Poet | Fiction | Memoir | Non-Fiction | STEM M.Sc. | Geospatial Statistics Nerd | Mathematics | Linguistics | Esperantatisto | & More |

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