Eclipsed
Let me propose to you this way.
From here to Canada, where the tundra
Offers the sky like bare flesh beside its bleakness,
During the latest eclipse
Retinas were burned, lines were crossed
That seemed like opposites until they bent space,
As touching you more and more suddenly wasn’t,
Where the occluded sun, eyeball, and occluding moon
All take a role. Aw, one guy was stuck
Behind a milk truck in traffic. The stainless steel
Was protecting the milk, see.
The damage came undone like a ravel of hair
Which didn’t belong to anyone.
Logic is furious.
Run a little faster, dame, demimonde.
I’ll try to keep up
While my eyes ache in sympathy
With the dim shapes we used to call the world.
I can’t say I’m sorry,
You who are to me both sun and moon.
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