As Through a Glass, Darkly

Do you doubt the churning of the
Ageless stars, the skin of the sea,
The impeccable barrier between
Every then and now, every waking

Breath or fit of shaking to sleep? I
Have, I admit, doubts of my own. If
The truest gown of the deep is as
Close to me as you; if breaking our

Teeth on the rippling waves that shiver
Out from eternity is to dine, to live; if
Our mothers and their mothers’ mothers
See the shame of our lies, give ear to

Our nakedness and all it touches; then
Surely the stars shake in their fatted
Bodies, the skin sings, the glass breaks
Again and again, blushes, and breathes.

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