Do you know yourself?
Have you lifted the couch cushions,
crawled under the bed,
scraped past all the chemical cleaners
in the bathroom to find
the little mouse nest
a riot of colors from all the loose threads
in your inner closet?
We are an infinity of dark corners
and dusty spaces beneath bookshelves,
and when you begin to breathe all that,
after the sneezing and those little red allergy pills,
just keep seeing,
just keep rubbing and cleaning and reaching—
the job is not so much done as
reach swipe with a gnosis cloth
burnishing and releasing and refining
with each movement.
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