CONSPIRACIES

Is this not tragedy?

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Above us

huge stars peter out;

ephemeral, the comet sways, dips down

and shatters on the stony air;

a curvature of moon, agonising over solitude, seeks earth:

on earth, the ghetto and asylum reign.

We know of multiplicities:

the boiling stars –

that age:

unnumbered humans –

dying:

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madmen reaching after stars –

and falling.

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Your breath is all I have to go on:

let it linger when sleep’s fatal.