"Pile," from The Unfinished Letter, 2015, by Jasphy Yiran Zhen |
Eight Minutes Ago
This is the part of the story where
before you is your heap of piled up choices
and they glitter and they resemble
the people you love
Here you can watch a cloud trawl its gauze
overhead so that the light is diluted
This light took eight minutes to fall
over me All of history is above us
And in their part of the story people
here long ago knew to examine the stars
To look at what has lingered
and try to tell the truth
of our vast ignorance
[Image above by Jasphy Yiran Zhen]
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