Behind the barrier of daylight a dark outline
you don’t want to stare at for fear of being
blinded. It’s the same figure you recognize
in the pupils of enemies and lovers consuming
itself in front of you holding an unremitting
interchange with the clear universe of things
divine. Everyone on the other side says
hi. Everyone says the beautiful is nothing but
the onset of terror we can barely define. Who
is the person greeting me behind the burning?
The thighs, the knees emerge as black
silhouettes against white. Hi, hi! You know
it’s too late to remain incognito. You don’t know
whether or not death is kind.