November 22nd

You're cooped up in your own little world
of kaleidoscopes and ideograms,
a ten inch eclipse just above your nose
the last place you'd think to look
But it's always there
Just out of reach
And though you'll never see it directly,
some day it will catch the light just right
as your casket is lowered into the ground.

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