of a pair of heavy sunglasses
that are somehow missing
from above your forehead
as though they are still resting
atop your as your modern crown.
the same is how this feels to me
the feeling of absence
and the absence of feeling,
anything at all.
where ecstasy would fall
there is a numbness
preventing
my humble jubilation.
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