- Vol. 07
- Chapter 11
Image by Helen Marten
Not Anymore: A Ghazal
The dead fireflies don’t flicker anymore
Hope doesn’t glow and glimmer anymore
My indigo vision can see the unseen
They won’t pipe and twitter anymore
The inkblot test of love bodes ill
Maybe we won’t be together anymore
So what if this doom was our destiny
Cheer up, let’s not be bitter anymore
So what if we have everlasting winter,
Eternal autumn, no summer anymore