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I bought a satellite’s eye from the market To look through it involved the whole god-orbit, a cotton-wooled Faberge Earth –   sight as a megastructure, hung in my own sphere above a sphere   and above that the umbilical tug of a natural satellite   My mouth, too puny to be seen, said to me: did you think the moon would taste like a new tooth? It’s collision, a negative crater knocked from the planet: in truth the apocalypse was years ago, and you can always choose another faith