Mouth shut.
Asshole tight.
Begin
to squeeze-
closed
your greedy
ravenous eyes.
See,
the way
you abuse
the sky, the sea,
the dirt, any
uncopyrighted
idea—you're basically
killing
all
the
time.
*
Then, begin
to see: no ceiling,
no stars. This is
the way things
really are.
The actual color
of the universe—
pitch dark, neither
reflective
nor generous
when it’s no longer
spangled
with those
huge silver coins—
the ones
you always used
to dream
were yours
to name, to
mine,
to explore.
Look at it
This way, though:
eyes-closed
will never be
the same as
eyeless
to begin with
was.
