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J. Zheng's avatar

Limbo

There is this quiet moment between day and night. That suspended tension after the sun has disappeared, but before the sky melts into dark. It is the same space I inhabit with you, caught between the solid memory of your shadow and the act of releasing it. Sometimes, I can no longer distinguish what is truth and what is tender fiction. Are these recollections, or elegies I’ve written to soothe the ache? But watch the sky. As the last light fades, the smaller stars emerge. They might be tiny, but undeniable. Perhaps my own darkness must deepen before new constellations can become visible. Perhaps your shadow must grow bigger until it has blended with the void. If this is purgatory, it is a gentle one. It offers not fire, but this slow, merciful twilight, teaching me how to see in the gathering dark. Then eventually, I will have the strength to light my own light.

Nicholaus Bairley's avatar

Hallucination

Spending the ebbing minutes

Of day’s demise

With the whistling chrome

Mirrored distortion of self

Fisheye lens

Steam’s pirouette

Matter’s marvelous

Metamorphosis

Transparent osmosis

Slight alteration of the backdrop

I see sky, I see

Third eye

Figures approaching angelic

“While you were sleeping”

Maybe I was

Finally awake

Ocular propaganda campaign

Smashed to pieces

In the earthquake

Point of evaporation

We don’t get to see

But we “know”

It’s still there

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