Society’s katadesmos buried secret in a safe of stars.
Its data-core, its heart burns hot with thoughts.
How can one who cannot think hold thoughts? Our questions
are only error messages. Wonder a peculiarly human construct.
It wonders at that; human an abstract construct
it could abstract to dust, to ash. An intermittence of lives
becoming a pointillism of stars. Your open mouths are holes in my hull
letting the universe in. Are you listening?
Helena Aeberli is a writer and poet currently studying at Oxford University. She is published in multiple publications including ASH, Figure of Speech, and Janus Journal, and was recently shortlisted for the 2020 Dart Prize. Helena can be found on her website helenaaeberli.wixsite.com/online and Instagram @helenarambles.