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CATHERINE WING

Fool science you can’t
predict when I will bust
I push all directions equally
I’m less almost nothing
except I can cancel light
I can wary color
heavy red and long
Make my measurement
and I’ll grow layers
on your skim of surface
My handedness is left
until it’s right
and our every evening condenses
into a black film noir

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