Light from the sunlight,
a raw sunlight. The appearance
of continuum. The lines
and composition
in the poem
of our suffering.
Our bodies came
from minimum, from
troubled, trebled solar
wind. The flux
of generation: condemnation,
never maximum. Our discs
connecting one
by one: a concatenation.
Observable
from space we were.
Observable:
our double-face.
Between the radiation and the volume,
we were like
a gas,
or mass.
We were
not waiting for
the air to thin,
but flying in an airplane
took a patience we
would have to learn.
from POLAR BODIES
Prayers for Humans and the Earth
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