About perihelia—
Or rather, about a full, dark shadow
and its partial, outer one. How passage means
we row until encounter with an occluding
body. Hem of the chromosphere:
where shafts of light ripple through deep valleys.
Every event lasts but a fraction
of a second, before resulting in change.
Not even totality is the equivalent of a final
imaginable. Think of a curtain,
a garment; inside, underneath, think of
the skin still faintly breathing.
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