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1 Our starship blew up between Alpha Centaur and the Second Quadrant but we could not die because we had stolen the god's codes:
so we kept traveling deeper into the future just ahead of our bodies and when we had sex we felt ourselves scattering: there in the galactic cold where the immense numbers begin to rotate slowly we put on the robes of the night sky.
2 alien had imprisoned me in that lunar module that was just the thought I and he fed me what I would eat and mated me with the one I loved:
strange ordeal there in the Second Quadrant in Spica's radio-shadow where the gravity of time pulls dreams from a sleeper's mind:
bitter confinement naked on a falling stone.
3 We built robots who built robots that had a little of our hesitation, our fatigue,our jealousy, our longing for Alpha,peace,nonbeing.. . They covered our long retreat, those machines,that looked like can-openers or outboard motors, but with the guilty air of husbands and the god's fixed stare.
4 It was a system: we loved each other, the war began on Vega, we watched the hurtling lights, and the silence drained us.
5 Out of spit and dust we made two lovers who set fire to the world.
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