The Gods of the Age

Adeeba Talukder
When they first
glimpsed Creation, it was only
                    	 half-lit.
 
Half-lit,
as in, only half-clear—
that night, they discerned
                                      and imagined.
 
In the mind’s waters,
a blurring,                   a refraction.
There, we were brimming,
we were multitudes,
 
but they saw our darkness
and named us Dark.

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Names in heat, in elements classical
Philosophers said could change us. Star Gazer. 
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Of the sun, which news reports claimed flamed hotter
On this planet than when our dead fathers
Wiped sweat from their necks. Cosmos. Baby’s Breath. 
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Planted for proof we existed before
Too late, sped the video to see blossoms
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Where the world ends, everything cut down.
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