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Eyelids braced against an exploding sun,
Four days of rain four days of fun
Staring contests, face to face
Seeing not much else it’s just a phase

Eyelids braced against your exploding sun
Four in the morning for the long run
Staring contests, open shut case
Seeing not much else besides your face

This incandescence always at the top of these late Titians
a good idea out of nowhere,
reflexive painter’s trick,
moving a cup with a dominant hand
God maybe, or just energy, matter,
calm after a storm
or something more obvious,
like turning on the light when you enter a dark room

Explosions in the sky a rolling hillside with the sun falling into the horizon violet flares

behind a paper chain topiary line of trees a blistered shadow cast in black and blameless comedies

tilted dream walking with the energy of the hunt maenads in dionysus’ retinue they eat like serpents

while the raving ones pass out of view but I went to the underworld and when I came back

someone else came back with me I heard the wind whispering in them where dreams have no end

empty cities the ruins of war half burnt buildings a vacuum for nature to make ends meet

what do these spaces call forth the angels of death the gods of chaos or space and a silence too deep for sleep