the amount of light lost
through transit
motion as a state of permanence
always elsewhere, en route
becoming
losing time, skin cells
hair all over the bathroom floor
the body taking and giving
swallowing and releasing
and how I lost you
not lost as in past tense
losing as continuum
this is what we’ve looked for
the whole of our lives
babies on the back porch
eyes heavenward, wanting always
a little more, the twinge of desire
as if something were missing
a phantom limb
the small temporal drop
in the star’s brightness
the eclipse
limb-darkening
you know it’s there
it must be
it’s too late for us
of course
ask the fish, the phytoplankton
the trees
the few species left
will tell the truth
but a comfort nonetheless
to know that somewhere
there’s a light pulsing
Very beautiful.
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