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THE DIVIDING LINE

You tore into our land a crooked line. That morning we learned: the dawn had been bitten by moths, flying in droves, in madness towards light. Unsure of the nature of light, they had consumed everything.

This poem was originally commissioned by the Asian/Pacific/American Institute at NYU on the occasion of the closing of the exhibition ‘Zarina: Dark Roads’.

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