Eclipsed - by Richard Meier Let me propose to you this way. From here to Canada, where the tundra Offers the sky like bare flesh beside its bleakness, During the latest eclipse Retinas were burned, lines were crossed That seemed like opposites until they bent space, As touching you more and more suddenly wasn't, Where the occluded sun, eyeball, and occluding moon All take a role. Aw, one guy was stuck Behind a milk truck in traffic. The stainless steel Was protecting the milk, see. The damage came undone like a ravel of hair Which didn't belong to anyone. Logic is furious. Run a little faster, dame, demimonde. I'll try to keep up While my eyes ache in sympathy With the dim shapes we used to call the world. I can't say I'm sorry, You who are to me both sun and moon.