We are gods.
Helina Li | Art by Jamie Tan
small universes nestled
in pitch black night and
on stars, scattered and splintered,
on blue velvet, golden ribbons,
on galaxies sliding away
to swinging warehouse lights.
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.
heat and light and life, we are
hope set aflame.
We are humans, and
we are gods.