Heliopause. Heather Christle

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СКАЧАТЬ have big plans to meet

      in the middle

      and in so doing

      to phase all this out

      ▴

      I go on

      say enough and it will blur

      off into sound

      look up and see that night

      has nearly settled in and darkness

      and hope that if I look into it

      long enough and keep my mouth

      quiet

      when I look down again I’ll find

      a settled word

      to which nothing

      is attached

      ▴

      Re: the day

      someone said

       what doesn’t kill you makes it longer

      ▴

      It’s like footsteps toward you

      that sound for all the world like

      they forever move away

      ▴

      I keep forgetting I’m the smoke

      not the camera

      Then I see my dark

      joining sky to what’s below

      ▴

      Like watching someone

      from across a river

      on such a clear day

      that you can see her teeth

      and at such

      a distance

      that you can’t hear the sound

      so while you know

      it must be screaming

      it is possible

      to imagine her faraway mouth

      which you can see but not save

      has opened—is open—to sing

      ▴

      After the collapse and before

      the dust settles

      the darkness billows

      and grows

      like it’s describing

      itself to the sky

      this it says

       this and much bigger

      but the sky

      in its sorrow

      has had to turn away

      ▴

      to expect praise for the beautiful apology

      ▴

      to imagine something other than again

      ▴

      Whether it is falling

      from a ship

      or plane or a building

      the human body starts its drop

      at roughly one rate

      ▴

      The book said legally

      thought the captain

      of the slave ship Zong

      to throw the people overboard

      instead of letting them starve

      would ensure compensation

      for his loss

      ▴

      And another has made

      the words to decay

      until what remains

      is

       loss loss

      ▴

      When I go to the video

      it is paused close to darkness

      the place

      where I had last stopped

      and as I drag the cursor backward

      so it can start again

      I’m reversing

      into morning what was night

      ▴

      The three buildings in the corner

      begin a hypotenuse

      the dark clouds

      —diligent—complete

      ▴

      The subsection of sympathy cards

      labeled words fail me

      on which we pen

       sorry for your loss

      ▴

      The lights that come on last—

      what were they resisting?

      Or do they not notice

      as sometimes can happen

      while the hours carry in

      the new-fallen dark

      ▴

      They say we have fallen

       a long way СКАЧАТЬ