By Paul Casey
stone turns to paper in her eye
as she filters cycles of light
into circles of paper stones
her eye is a stone circle
a near-infinity of light
that sees the circle as finite
the near-permanence of stone
the almost endless circle
is light, impermanent as paper
stone and white butterflies
circle and circle her
she questions their sentience
stone ancestors
paper-light circles
she sees them say
she hears their paper voices
say, know your own time
be light, circle, stone
First published in Brain of Forgetting, 2016
