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Brook Emery

I can eclipse you with a wink

I can eclipse you with a wink, Donne wrote
and yes, when we close our eyes matter melts
into the absence behind our lids as if, blindly,
we were staring at, or were, eclipse, a dark centre
and the dance of flames around the rims, imagined heat,
imagined light, one step closer to becoming not hollow
but invisible, men whose existence must be inferred
by sound, by the accoutrements we drape around
our formless forms, or by consequent disturbance
as we pass, an effacement so complete we cease to be
or exist as emanation, that sense we provoke in others 
of otherworldliness, a thing which can’t be thing
but still is thought to be, that sees but is not seen.