In the scope of a thousand years or,
even less, perhaps two hundred,
it becomes clear that the natural state of a human is
non-being.
An eternity of darkness.
A spark;
back to darkness.
It is not unusual to suppose, then,
that if you are reading this you are yourself in
an unnatural state,
a supersaturated solution in the moment of crystallization.
Perhaps this is why everything feels charged and
changing, why we yearn for
a home we don’t know, why we seek and seek and seek
without knowing the object we’ve lost;
we’ve lost nothing, and
we are seeking nowhere.
