Containers break. Eras end.
thingness only a stopping ground,
a pause on the train station, followed by moving on.
…
You were never yourself
everything cresting and falling,
giving way, again, to the ocean.
…
When you know that you are just a disco party
of cells that came together for a time,
you’ll live like the blazing sphere that you are,
and dance with the spheres around you.
…
You won’t ask them or tax them,
or want them to be anything.
You’ll be boogieing in the sun, and look
over your shoulder, breathless, to say
…
Quick! It’s only for a moment that we are this.
Let’s watch our knees glisten
As we land from a raucous jump.
Let’s wait and watch our hands darken
Covered with night.
…
Let’s cry, at the realness of it,
and the dreamness of it,
for a time.”
…
—Tara Sophia Mohr from Your Other Names
