a poem

So in class, I've been working on a project. It's called What About the Light, and it has gone through extensive revisions.

Like, we're talking a full year of regular revisions. This poem doesn't much resemble itself anymore.

So, I took that poem, broke it into chunks, and then turned it into a twine story, where I added more parts to the story.

As my demo, I'm going to show you the original poem, under the cut. And I'm also going to link you to the twine story, so you can compare the two reading experiences.

Link to twine (hosted on my school website)

But What About the Light

If we are here in the valley between
permanence and fleetingness; if we are hollow
bones and cavernous chests; if there is nothing
but hollowness; if we are wonderful,
how can we not add it together and find our whole?

If you speak of ships bound to sink and watch them sink
and nevermind the lighthouse, how can we forget
those sailing smooth and whole and the fog,
the fog that burns off at daybreak?

In every shimmer of light, there is every color you’ll never see.

When we breathe we breathe what has once
been exhaled; when we speak we speak words that
have been spoken; we are mirrored pools of
water and light; how can we not see every brilliant color
in every single drop of light?