Lyric

A poem by Zohar Atkins

Originally published in The Nation

Every terror is an angle
through which
waiting for the universal
proves vain
is the new fruitful
you said.
I said how long
must lyric prevent us
from saying
what needs
no meaning.
I said I am looking
for an ending
without words.
You said here
let me gift you.
This endlessness is on me.

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