2.28.86
Everything on earth
is so tiny
and complex and
Harold feels the tears
freezing on his cheeks,
each one with an infinite
number of unique
points dried in perpetual
winter on his face.
It moves so slow
and I so fast.
…
01.01.01.
From the black hole, I watch
all of time move before me.
The two humans are the first
of a multitude of falls I see.
I witness the flash in their eyes,
the full enlightenment of power.
Full of knowledge and shame, the thieves
crouch under dry leaves and cower.
When they are asked to leave
they are only two embryos with teeth,
but upon exit they brace strength together
and gaze at the dry world beneath.
…
This poem was first read at the Call & Response Chain Reading.