THE LETTERS

At last he learns the whole
is more
than his eyes

can hold or keep at bay
with a blink.

Life extends beyond
his pocketful

of pens, beyond the scope of his poems.
Light designs: at best, false-
bottom containers.

One million
lines, like sculpted arms,
made to embrace

themselves, rumor, and silence.

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