Poem

Epic Simile

Listen to Elizabeth Arnold reading this poem. Just as planets move in relation to each other

through the dark,

the air between them
too thin to survive

yet tensed against their pulling,

or continents of night
revolving,

joinable, if ever,

by frail tunnels disappearing into
multiplying folds of space;

so we move, rooms

or inches from each other as if hope of light were over.

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