We can tear a hole
through the universe,
ignore the cry of
Saturn’s weary rings
and the foreboding
glow of shrunken stars.
We can raise our eye
over the ripped edge
of infinity,
wishing to view our
selves in soiled beds,
coins skipping from his
pockets as he re
claims his pants at noon
while her blond hair drips
soft its dewy trance.
We can claim the prize
of an impending
universe, but all
its imprint shows us
is a white bear drift
ing on an ice cap
and vast continu
ations
of nothing .
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