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The threshold between one and zero
Blurs--
Blurs-- a drift of charge filters through--
The moonlight between knowing
And unknowing, or dusk
And unknowing, or dusk when the mockingbird
Takes up its station in the lime tree, switching
Its song for silence and back.
What I remember comes and goes--
What I remember comes and goes-- the stars
Filtering back the years ahead,
Their synapses flickering, rapping out their signals,
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