Infinity
The backs of eyelids pursue an
ever-falling wisdom of dark on
dark. Black spirals wind and even
Genius struggles to form a
meaning from the dizzy shades of
black and light—
or is it only Genius who tries?—
These gasping eyelids pursue
illumination even in the
shallow tides, the lucid sides,
to discover:
Only infinity stretches, dawdling,
within each cell of
Day’s loyal lovers.
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