The Phlegmatist
By Phil Mckay
Don’t look into the sun
some say its blinding
some say its entrancing
some say it could be fun
to know
what lies beyond
the yellow.
but then
you look away
and the trance is broken in a blink.
Please don’t let go.
I don’t want to know
what happens
when I close my eyes.
If I open them
will you still
be there.
Quiet, listen.
hear the sound
of a thousand voices
all shouting
in a blink.
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