By Dune Popov
(i)
“i am permanent
while those around me are not”
its a mantra
it sounds like a choir
divine echoes against stained glass
each repetition stacking atop itself
until it all shatters
i want to grab the nearest person and marry them
feel their hands down the small of my back
and have them tell me its okay
its not
it never will be
(ii)
permanence is relative in a universe of entropy
something achieved by all but never experienced
something experienced just once
(iii)
its always felt unnatural to me
the thought of dual permanence
how forever becomes a prison
and never becomes a cell
he paints it over with a golden sheen
blinding to my young eyes
and in my childhood room
i feel dread for the first time
(iv)
there is a black hole inside each of us
and one day mine will consume everything and everyone ive ever known
one day, yours will too
White Noise Zine 