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Carbon Dust

Saint Paul, 7 July 2006

I can’t know what constitutes You
That cabbage in your cranium
is clever enough to conduct cogent
two-way conversations with no one

Your particular dialogue concerns
our hurling consciousness and the
rather remarkable convenience
that its orbit gives us our seasons

If you ever thought about this
you’d ask why its curious tilt
its day-for-night spin vexes us
(or that moons move water)

If you were me thinking
a tyrant's voice might erase
asteroids of blinded brilliance
into Milky Ways of carbon dust