Poetry
Yes, Virginia, there is a speculative poetry...
Sprawl of automata, bereft of tongue...
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Angels pull back the curtains round a bed / To look down on the faces of the dead...
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We took a few minutes to breathe, but afterwards / Were made the darling of the tribes. I judged / Our work sufficiently done in Wadi Ais...
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