Poem by
NAUSHEEN EUSUF
What are you thinking? I could ask you
the same, but to no avail.
I am thinking of the window. Refulgence.
Luminosity. The grand fiat.
The diaphanous curtains hung between
the light and me—I who see
but do not see. More light, for god’s sake,
more light. Let there be light.
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