In the Earth’s Shadow

Eclipse. Iris.

All night the blood moon measures the dilation
of your pupil, pinprick or dinner plate
in this plenum where our attention fails to die.

A stanza from one of the poems (there are many) entitled “Standard Time” in Liz Howard Infinite Citizen of the Shaking Tent. This one occurs on page 9.

And so for day 2235

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