Three Questions 

 

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If I dare to peer yet farther
into the private gaps of this
reassembled skull, will each
socket come alight as way of
an ancient hello?

If w/ a shaky pen
I tattoo myself w/ copies
of every bold & fleeting mark
that crowds this cave’s stony walls,
what shall be my reward?

Does there hang somewhere
in scalded curtains of sky
a monstrous telescope
whose furious lens is turning,
turning always upon
me, & only me?