The blackened streetlamp's stubborn light Illuminates invisibly the empty sea, A something precisely impossible to see. A something in you, in me. 5 The evening's clamped, inverted bowl Pretends the stars are pining down, and stare. But their burning eyes are otherwhere; Only you and I are here. Only you and I are here, 10 And something stubborn that stares and stares, That dropped us open into evening's emptiness. Something neither you, nor I, can guess.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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