Another year, and a golden fistful of moon
is dropped over the city, exploding nearby.
Glitter-fish, bodies of disintegrating angels,
and galaxies, like heart-states, rising and falling.
When this life ends, I don’t want to disappear
into the glacial darkness, wavering,
a barely audible hum. Let the change be tectonic.
Rocketing as one would expect
pent-up love to rocket. Entering the stratosphere
with streamers of light. Creating a halo
in the otherwise desolate hull
of time and space. Letting it be known
that there is always, somewhere,
a universe on fire.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). Their work has appeared in The American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, The Comstock Review, Ghost City Review, Rust+Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at www.sethjani.com.