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| Clare Rossini We humans once lived in the moment,   The moment being all there was. Stuffing our mouths   An early forerunner3 of love. Then wind   Ensuing. How divine it must have seemed  When, at last, we had time to ponder clouds  Words into the updraft of questions --  A miracle to carry the world  On the tongue: "world." Even the heart at last  The numbers tidying things up, the numbers   Knitting things to equations, the theorems   Tool-in-theory awaiting our genius,  Our heartache, until damp and wood-colored,   This morning dawned, the smell of burning leaves  Drifting across my sepia mood,  You, elsewhere, lift a screen in the air (Got it!)   Then send an image toward the chill   Falls back to the planet   Cloud-swaddled, gamboling around our star....   Your cache of photons, beams them on  To the privacy of my circuits, which are roused  Love! A finger to the warm flesh of glass,  And my screen goes bronze with a Roman dusk. 点击  收听单词发音 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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