we remember the terrible things

and forget the times that were joyous


a condition in the earth

that admits to a sullen missing


of some paradise...

that this paradise never was


is beside the point...we want it

and try thinking it into being


and since we can't we walk

in our own realities


selecting and viewing our experience

like we take a hole cut into paper


and project the eclipse onto a surface

we recognize from imagination





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