Nightfall could be the good word here
Where darkness rises up, vast and blue
To discharge its life in stars and meteors
All the joyous remote lights that rotate about us
Beating out a message.

You'd need to dwell in a place where it can't
To know: like being in the sea we'd see
Nothing; a treacly glassy ether that we swim through
An erotics of transcorporeal desire: into it
Enter & breathe.

Our lower world holds us, like nightfall does
Not doubling but an impossible transcendence
Desire like darkness, everywhere in this universe
Except as light windows into what is solid
An absurd beautiful empty shock.



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