We are gods

We are gods.

Helina Li | Art by Jamie Tan

We build

walls, scaffolds,

small universes nestled

in pitch black night and

whispering willows.

We walk

on stars, scattered and splintered,

on blue velvet, golden ribbons,

on galaxies sliding away

to swinging warehouse lights.

We chase

worthless plastic—breathless wonder—

all the thrill, pain we never describe,

do not dare describe, do not want to.

It is ours, it is ours, it is ours.

We are

heat and light and life, we are

hope set aflame.

We are humans, and

we are gods.