Furiously Overcome by Stars

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Explain this to me, would you, dear? –

how you, who breathe the atmosphere

I breathe, and witness day and night

and up and down and left and right

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with sight presumably not unlike what

my eyes take in, experience a glut

of swarming, loud, sensate hyperbole

where only silent absence seems to me

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to be, and otherwise imply the “real”

is so inordinate you can’t begin to feel

the groaning board of it. I’m in the dusk

in emptiness while you’re the brusque

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besieged eternal target of internal war.

Is it simply I see less, and you see more?

Who is yes and who is no? I am my scars.

You’re furiously overcome by stars.

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