cold light


maybe,


the glint
of a firefly
is the electric
charge of a light
element;

and,

maybe,

coming together,
for one instant,
fireflies pulse
a cosmos
into being;

so,

maybe,

ephemera is
our praxis;

and,

maybe,

we’re made of
universe flashes

like fireflies
against twilight
bursting
into galaxies,

in the rhythm
of us.


Fatima Seck is an artist, poet and scholar.

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