Monday, October 7, 2024

TESTIMONY

As if turning on 
and off 
and on again 

was a baptism 
or holy communion, 
I saw

the city lights hesitate, 
hold back, 
deliberate 

and melt 
into the twilight, 

lending gravity 
to all space, 

frivolity 
to time. 

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Alas, no description
is so well-formed

that it doesn't come 
with tight

little sparks 
between words—

electron gaps 
that cannot be constricted

but which cause one 
to wonder,

as one's default image 
of sky is recovered 

what on Earth 
happened there? 

And by what light 
was it depicted?