Proxima Centauri

Night theorizes itself

Over & out of social disorder

Replenishes its icy glances

Through gifts

& other expenses

Set on invisible tallies

The year closes with more

Questions than answers

About snowflake geometries

& silence & persistence

That beats us

Bows tied up

In trembling buildings

Which may or may not

Withstand these blistering

Currents that came before us

& will live on after stars

You never complain about the weather

Because it marks changes

Inside & outside of you

In theories of enveloping sweetening darkness

At cherished sun downs

Where all is forgotten

Sent to proxima centauri

Or to Jupiter & Mercury

On rotations which

No longer abide by laws of gravity

We revive our dormant praxes


© Niliema Karkhanis

Image: https://unsplash.com/@huchenme

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