They say you can go blind, if you stare at it directly
You can get those glasses
but to get the glasses, you have to pay.
It is comforting to think of some god,
antique and merciful,
sticking out her thumb to intercept that awful light
that seeps up shadow and reveals what’s hidden beneath –
to think of every broken element of every broken thing on earth,
obscured in her tender umbra.
Blot out the sun
blot out his terrible light
and blot out me.