Mesmerize
think
I know
better now
for better do I know
myself
when once I would deny
repute or dispel
all the adjectives
think I know better
now
the truth
the telescopic lens
tunnels to the moon
it cuts out all the stars
and space
when one wonders
of the galaxy
beyond one’s lighted face
none of us belong
below
there is a lift of all
to rise above
such sorrow
and hear the bells
that toll
a compilation piece
of season
silent in its movement
like aging
at our birth
the disappearance
that is death
TL