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SHINE
“Speaking to me.
They wash and
tub and scrub.
Agenbite of inwit.”
     James Joyce, “Ulysses”

are you
warm

warm
inside

full
of insight?

agenbite
  got
your tongue?

cat-like your preen
sunlight making
your fur
(if you
had fur) warm
as toast

questions to ask
before quietus

perhaps it fades
perhaps it
annihilates in
a gathering of stars
on the pavement
in your own
backyard

too little light
but now
all the suns

thought it was a summit
but it was
the sum
of all spectacle