Monday, June 12, 2023

The Ghost of an Eyeshade

Every time you close your eyes
You feel it like a cobweb on your face.
You reach up in your dream sleep

To adjust the shade that isn’t there,
The shade that you no longer wear.
It’s not even an object,

It’s a memory trace. The world
That helped you shut out the world,
That kept each world in its place.

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