After John Milton
Our light is never spent.
Is spent.
Thus have we scooped out
maceration reservoirs.
We will blaze forth
what remains
as pixels.
Great angels
fly at our behest
between towers,
along axons and dendrites,
so that things stand
as they stand
in the recruited present.
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