Words by Cameron Clay
With a word,
I paused Earth in her place
And began to glide without propulsion.
If I may be as I am, which I’m not,
Was I?
With a blink,
I watched a shadow take her form
And sensed the shape of a void in the universe where she used to be.
If I fracture into a multiplicity of perspectives to assemble a true collage of the self,
Am I?
With a dive,
I took the void inside to finally feel the sun at night
And it was cold, cold, cold. I embraced it all and I felt us melt.
If no one was around when I spoke,
Did I speak?
Without it…
Well, I never!
Tram incoming.
Step out onto the road to indicate stop.
Dead bird lies between tracks,
Tram stops on top.
I board.
