virtuality is not a display but
a sensory exclusion for
realities multiply in the darkness
mind's phantoms fill in
where light leaves off
we talk our crazes
our farsightedness
our nearsightedness
are reachable through this
blindness. Listen:
waves are crashing
on granite blocks
and white lozenges
cross and return the Atlantic
over our heads;
we'll get lost and find menace in
a glow on the horizon
red in a window peering down
in our hands blinking
at battery; the particularity
of warm nights, insect calls
accompany any reality, so
long as there is enough
darkness
~