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Waiting at the Pole

written 7 January 2014

Pole, Cliff, Land, Sand
And sea.

White, tall, solid, cold
The pole takes your back
like an iron bed.
You are chained, imprisoned;
it is all you knew
before.

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I have learned not to compromise. Author of 45 books, former exec, Nebula Award nominee, poor. Interests: future, science, tech, ethics, nature, cooperatives

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Amy Sterling Casil

Amy Sterling Casil

I have learned not to compromise. Author of 45 books, former exec, Nebula Award nominee, poor. Interests: future, science, tech, ethics, nature, cooperatives

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