Fady Joudah
White Dwarf
If my last hope is reached,
I’d have reached my last fear:
because thinkable, measurable
forces (conceivable and quantifiable)
would have landed
our homelessness at its terminal
variant: your pull
of a hundred suns. White dwarf,
degenerate core
of previous perfection,
your remoteness is a vow
only mad lovers speak.
Here, monads in the polis,
our promise of value is the regime of it.
You’re likely good
for something. Describing you
is an immersion
in nine alphabets during conquest,
but finding another rock
that circumambulates you
and settling it
is like waiting for Mecca.
Also by Fady Joudah: "Corona Radiata," "Horses," "Outer Rings of Saturn"
In the store: "Corona Radiata" Broadside
Interview: a conversation with Fady Joudah on his book Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance.
photo: Cybele Knowles