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Suns Seeking Surface
I didn’t know her then. I still seek to know her now, my sweet wife, almond eyes and river silt skin, with its soft solar surface. Our confluence is sacred. Our confluence is secret. These two underground rivers running through old clays, that when dug deeply across and within, may seem dissimilar, in that they…
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Spend Wisely
She tells him “this is how to put your hands on the earth and feel jannah”. He listens to her like there has never been another voice in his ear, he breathes her in as if he has never tasted fresh air. She expands his chest and strengthens his back. He carries heavier loads now.…
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Fading into Darkness
I watch her from the shadows while she nods off to sleep, not knowing how such a thing is possible from such distant divide. She has forgotten herself and all the promises she’d once made. She is fading into darkness even now and no one will remember her but me. Her words hold no weight,…
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Shattered Glass
The females in our line are fragile. One strong storm and they go all shattered glass. But, oh, you should see how they smash. It is a wonderous sight. I have witnessed it many times, from the edge of this claybed, all midnight black and waterlogged smoke screens. Copyright © All Rights Reserved
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Stay Sajda
I am a very wealthy man, but you’d never know it to look at me. My treasure chest overflows with splendor, like a geyser backlit by a brilliant sunrise, bison crushing newly packed snow under fur draped hoof. You can hear the burst about to break surface if you place your face to the ground…
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Almond Leaf Eyes
I still love you like a small child. Hold my sweet chubby hand and you may remember before all is lost. Do not leave me alone at the end of all things. Go deeper. Find the light. Share it with others while there is still time. Tears swim across my almond leaf eyes. I sit…
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Crying in Public
I don’t care if i cry in public. I’m a mess, and i don’t comb my hair or even brush my beard. I’m a bard in the wrong timeline. I recite choruses in improper sequence. My stanzas seem to lack all reason and i don’t know their meaning. I just need to get them out…
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Typing Against the Current
I keep typing against the current. I know how to end this. It shall be epic, all cosmic dust damage and smashed planets. She will remember me too late, but she’ll find me if she cries hard enough. I found her before, back then. I lost that line of thought in a drought that felt…
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Fertile Crescent
He kept going, wandering over vast and expansive places most would choose to not go, had they a choice. He had no choice. He had to get to her, and she was many babies away. Information must be exchanged with others along the way, like some ancient Parsi royal mail system across the wilds of desolate…
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Staggered Shout
Your ancestors are mine and they sing soft syllabatics just under the surface. I put my ear to my wrist, the damaged left one from when my broken brain blew the nerve endings out with a staggered shout. I listen to them there. I don’t understand that language. It seems gibberish to me and has…