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Haze

(through the unlooking glass)

For now, we see through a glass darkly

So we’re told

I imagine it is made of amethyst

Like looking through dark purple

Maybe there is a shape

Maybe movement

On the other side

Nothing we can know for sure,

Which makes faith the only alternative

Not for looking but for living

In a place where definition

Has no clarity

But must be visited

(we are here)

And traversed from

A pole of birth toward the pole of

Death and what comes after,

Half a world at least

Though maybe at its zenith

(or the nadir)

There is a launchpoint

Upside-down—

Maybe the dark glass is an asset here

Forestalling disoriented feeling—until

Right side up again

We are in something like

The sea of stars,

A passageway toward

Our arrival

For having everything we needed

Without regret

And with clarity of looking, by the way

C L Couch

Photo by Anh Vy on Unsplash

Chinatown through the looking glass, kidding, just a freaking hole from the iron gate.