A Question – Poems for January

A distortion in the fish’s eye.
A heavy splotch pressed against the world
Of corners.
Vibrations. The presence
Rattling the walls.
At least the fish knows something
Is there.
But if some other shadow
Emerged above the sky
And prodded our sun…
Of course we would notice.
It would be an unavoidable occurrence.
But how long it would take
For us to get acclimated, to forget
The other race, the other world
Pressing beyond intelligence?

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