‘the cords of Sheol entangled me;
the snares of death confronted me’
– Psalm 18:5 (ESV)

back then, i feared each night
my eyes would close for the
last time, numb to the pinprick
of consciousness. there would
be no cry in submission,
swallowed whole by that
unfathomable place: not-god,
not-spirit, not-person, the limpid
unity of absence. no blade of
light would cut the abyss, but a
tumble, the unsought shattering,
the undone grammar, always and
again beneath each eyelid.

Jonathan B. Chan is a student at the University of Cambridge. Born in New York to a Malaysian father and South Korean mother, he was raised in Singapore. He is preoccupied with questions relating to faith, prayer, and identity. He has recently been moved by the writing of Frank O’Hara, Li-Young Lee, and Charles Olson.

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