Sleepers

I think perhaps the answer is that we should all go. The phosphorescence / of the blue beaches will glow in our absence. Do we believe the herds / of reindeer need us, won’t find for themselves new paths of migration / Through the desolate cities we leave behind, trampled by hooves? Felled / Trees will sprout lichens and fungi, as brilliant as stars and their funnels / will siphon water to the tiny mouths of the tadpoles. New frogs will sing[…]