“This too shall pass”

“This too shall pass” by Kirsten Shu-ying Chen begins:

As if time alone could cleave us from the storm.
As if we were not part of it, too.

The cold front, the advancing surge, the body
a vessel for the electrical current of everything around it:

Traffic, sickness, the music of
fireflies. Humans, too,

give off a visible light—science proves this.
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