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I don’t understand the multiple merger
Assembly of a hyperluminous quasar,
What impels its tidal, dusty bridges,
All I know is space and star,
All I know is an array
Of galaxies that spread across
My mind. I tear one down and build
Another. I make a forest and moss,
I make a rivulet that trickles
Down brown soil, and then I see
A real hill, a real sky
The night, a dusty galaxy.
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