The Death of Tane

Then there was the sickness—
So hot.
The vault of heaven darker,
Then darker still,
A black sun
At end.
It was succeeded by the shadow
Of the shadow—
Spreading
Nearer and nearer to the pin prick
Of light
Destroyed.
Distant,
To the west,
A white effluent—
Soft and yielding—
Fades.

What I’m Reading:

“But I wasn’t crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us.”

— Mieko Kawakami / Heaven