Why not stare at both halves—
bright hope
dark mystery
—disregarding science
whose dusty shelves protest
there’s nothing there but dust.
Nah. I think I can see
the rest of it, in shadow
black-clad actress downstage
moving scenery, out of the light.
My phone can’t capture it,
the fire, that is, along the edge
so slender you can’t really see it,
but
what do camera phones, like science
even know of light
and dark,
of alien horsemen
riding hard along the shadow’s edge
now lit, now hidden,
in some industrial age
on a moon we’ve never seen?
October 2020
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