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Walter drifted into the wake
of binary
stars
trapped by a center of gravity
so small
and significant.
days
later,
Walter, trapped between the beasts, began to
laugh;
oh gee,
small people holding a hand in
the sky,
we watch the moon halve itself
every night,
until, brave enough,
she returns with
her
swollen face;
Walter tore off his helmet.
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