Eyes that squint,
and all the world
gone as dim as the Louve.
Behind that Mona Lisa
the Hollywood Hills
relinquish their little secrets.
Things are changing,
too slow to be noticed.
This is the other light
beyond the light –
if only you can wait for the day,
so dazzling, so cavalier,
to crumble,
you might discover there
the better meaning of relief,
like the secret map
Da Vinci tried to keep
from treacherous clutches.
Meaniwhile, on top of Everest
a seabed is lurking.
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