By Jack Joseph Smith
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AI Interpretation
Thought and labor continue even in exhaustion, while sailors, stars, clocks, blindness, and fatigue gather around the impossible fact that no second galaxy can be made.
The poem sounds like someone forcing himself to keep working while admitting he may already be finished. Reducing the heavens to two stars at one time and a clock at the center gives the universe a stark, mechanical loneliness. Blindness and tiredness follow from creation itself, because some things can only be contemplated, never repeated.
Short galaxy fragment: all fall the galaxy / Sailors have seen / there are only two stars at the same time. The center is a clock; you go blind and tired because you can not make another one.