The residue of creation

You
Are the ocean, set ablaze—
nature misunderstanding nature—
a rending of the universal soul.

You
Are a girl, fire-drunken,
barefoot in winedark oil wading,
plucking embers from the stars in her hair.

You
Are the residue of creation,
Of dreamt and undreamt dreams,
the final resting place of who we used to be.

About the Author

Ty Zhang is a law student, writer, and political organizer based in Ohio. He writes in a range of mediums including poetry, prose, and screenplay. He is an alumnus of the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and was a finalist in the Boston Screenplay Awards. He is on Twitter at @khanombang and on Substack at samsaradays.substack.com.