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AWESTRUCK
By Quentin Smith
One knows what
The sky is like at night,
And yet one can do nothing,
But wonder . . .
And that is what I do
Night upon night
And ever the light of quanta
That hits my eyes from the stars
Blinds me unspeakably,
Now I do not know
Which way to turn, or even
If turning is still possible.
When I go stumbling back up
My doorstep, drunken
On nothing but starlight,
I know only that life is like
A diamond light blazing,
And that it tastes of
Blue star electricity
Flashing in my teeth and eyes.
Written 1973
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