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‘I’ll tell you all the news

the ocean froths In the empty ghada a Shrill whisper rises  Like piss in the stream  The fawda picks away at the clod Darknesses converge  Upon the decaying carcasses  The dead stink  Louder than blasphemies  In the sacred chamber  And time,  … Continue reading

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question

Things happen slowly The turning wheel is only a notch In the spiral I asked the stone If it remembered How the sun drenched Its sleep And it showed me the forest and a childhood of falling things When the … Continue reading

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One song

There is only one song One reed The sound slithers through the windows Of the eternal flute Scouting for an opening Searching for a solitude That it will never find Heart of the fire🔥 from which time came And left … Continue reading

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Ilham

I can turn down the volume Not switch off the tape recorder It starts somewhere deep In the middle, mid-pant A kind of dull throbbing Reminding you of you Incessant drone, like a shruti peti A glass barrier, that distorts … Continue reading

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Beginnings

They passed their misery around And fueled it Each affirmation was a drop Of life in the seed’s turning Into stem There was no drama As it floundered through Into the the day The most intimate impulse As tune is to … Continue reading

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eyes

Unfurl me then In the arithmetic of your desire| With eyes That could bleed subterranean rivers dry Eyes that narrate Fables of a breathless haste, a fumbling tizzy of hands| I have found a spot In the bustling side roads … Continue reading

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