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Laser Diode
The Engineer plugs in the new data
and machines churn to life
the Breach screams into being
The stars are faint
beneath the city lights
the one I wish on is faintest of all
"Keep your favorite words of mine
tattooed on your heart
and think of me when everything around you
seems lost" I told her
our lips touched
she waved and moved toward the gateway
thirty seconds and that star will be hers
there is a pulse, slight shimmer
gone
light years away
I feel her wave
turning to my work
where
spinning nanomachines
bleed my imagination into plasma art
Copyright ©
Nathan Schaffner
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