Afterthoughts of Lazarus
I’m glad you brought me back, but
this business of dying has its own attractions
The self grows smaller—not less—but smaller
… harder, intense like carbon
… growing bright or dark in the deep earth.
You glide to the ideal of the point,
… location without dimension.
by Nils Peterson
from The Dear Time of our Talking
Frog on the Moon, small press, 2020