In the incomparable dark,
in the womb of the earth,
I, Cicada, dreamt
I was one in a million,
then woke to a crush of us,
one million copies of a dream
seventeen years in the making,
moments in the breaking,
a cicada emerging and merging
in iconoclastic light
in a tomb of mass birth.
Published in Eye Contact, Spring 2017
It’s cicada time where my parents live. Peace to your ♥!
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