Because of everything
we desire & therefore project,
& everything we dread & therefore hallucinate;
because of what used to be present, but is present no longer,
though everyone yet navigates around it,
& what is not present now, but might one day become so,
though it already exerts gravity,
casting shadows that shoulder other shadows aside
because of this crowd, one might assume
there wouldnt be much room left
for anything else at all;
but if you herded onto the drive-in movie screen of the sky
everyones phantasms, figments, eidolons, mirages, & chimera,
together, they would form merely
a kind of languidly teeming smudge right there above the horizon,
not precisely at two oclock, but just a little to the left,
depending on where you stand.