Like glass, concealed but not lost in light,
contains in its light a certain unseeable thickness,
I saw the half moon sitting in a tree at dawn
lit with interior darkness.
I saw the ground was gone and all
along that gloom the little glows of cars
vanished away; a black unseeable bird
intermittently blew the infinite song in its centre.
I saw a woman in a shell;
I saw two people lying stoney still
in the durable darkness of flesh
move their mouths as if to suck at darkness.
And when I touched their mouths,
I saw the outward closing in its inward eye,
I saw the real unseeable sun in the sun, rise
in a region of shadow cut off from its own flames.
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