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DANIKA STEGEMAN FARADAY A woman tells me you got the lucky seat. We're in the black desert. I'm in love with this lichen. It thrives in all climates. The land is volcanic. I'm filled with admiration for the earth and its capacity to out- live us. I'm well-informed by my fears. I hear women singing among the rocks. They blend sonorously. When they emerge, they wear brightly colored dresses cut from the same pattern in varied jewel tones. Among the petroglyphs, unspooled thread or spiral galaxies. I've heard "Maneater" by Hall & Oates twice today on the radio. There can be no alternatives to that which is. Let us accept the worthless present. Snow collects in the creases of mountains. The light prisms outward as we fly over cumulus clouds. There's relief in it. Intimacy. I can hardly look away. I'm sung apart. The ground moves away at tremendous speeds. It's got nothing to do with you. |