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The formula for
the speed of light entering a black hole, the notes for your acceptance
speech: paper's alchemy transmutes whatever is written on it to lead. It
cares nothing about reflection, only becoming. Wad it up and it rumples
into peaks and flats, a model globe. Leave it in sunlight: it starts to
yellow. You must have a say in this. The snow of shreds settling casts the
shadow of a glacier over your life to that moment.
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