Solarisian
Zhiyu Lindy Luo I cannot tell you beautiful things.
I can only talk about them, and in my broken words, I wish I could do them justice.
I saw a giant baby head today. Bloody and new-born. Eyes closed. Transparent eyeballs behind the translucent lids.
I saw it in the sky above the city. Amnion. Alien mothership. The umbilical cord.
Are we all made of flesh and bones? Welcome to the machine.
I think that’s how we all get born into this world: Huge and undefinable,
And then all our lives, we try to search For the space we used to occupy. I dreamt of the baby
And she dreamt me back.
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