January 14

Curve in the road, in the approaching bend, swerve
as the mountains turn to encroach on the vast,
distant sun. We approach madness, armed with our scant

evidence, senses which gloat, present
us with coats of reason, request trust,
say what moves and what’s slowed. We give sway
to eyes, who erode, lie, skew.

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