Friday, June 18, 2021

ALONE

It's the brain, 
locked away in silence
inside of its case, 

that causes the moon 
to appear 

larger 
on the horizon—

in order, perhaps, 
to make itself 
less conspicuous 

to silence's stare,

and its distance, 

and its dark.


It's the way, 
when a body stops

for more than 
one second, 

this slithery sense 
of permanence attaches—

the pit in your 
stomach, say; or 

a neutron star 
far away.

*

I feel so alone. 

Remind me again 
what kind of stuff 

we're all 
made of—

bone meal and 
table sugar,

or stardust 
and wave functions,

or diploid cells, 
cloned

and then cloned
and then 

cloned?