On Clearer Nights

You’re inside a history
Where the inside never ends.
Outside it does. You’ve seen ends

And ends from the outside, and
You know they vanish, the end.
From the inside, you’ve seen night

Full of what looks like empty
Spaces you know aren’t empty.
No one knows the universe

Except from such an inside,
And any eyes inside know,
However often they close,

Even if the whole inside
Is all inside a black hole
That’s vanished from the outside,

Inside there’s only inside,
Dusky gaps with brilliant lights,
More or less overcast nights.