Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Nine
Winter 2005
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Reflection on Lost Answers Doppler-Shifting in The Night Sky
Robert Wynne

Space:
dark stain
of car’s grill
through which we bestow
the future with a wry voice
while we sail headlong into the crooked grin
of sky so dark and sly it must be a lost attic

hiding all our useless beauty. Our automatic
response to constant movement is just to win
its remedy, any choice,
as if this strong flow
could be still,
explain
grace.


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