05-16-2012, 04:16 PM |
farda
farda
Registered: 04-08-2003
Total Posts: 826
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E l e m e n t s...
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E l e m e n t s - a song, or a prayer
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born in the play of rims of light, at my window, these finer grains of sand (diamond-carved by some unique miniature sculptors in the air, who work with wind and are made by a god of great ideas) shall thus "particlate", for moons, for days, for years…
…until i call the storm (gigantic leaps of sand, rogue intifadas of agitated wind, tormented rains, made by a long forgotten god of great mischievous acts) and it shall be unleashed, for suns, for nights, for years to come, forever…
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the silver streaks shall melt into silver. your vision now will fade into darkness, until you feel the gnawing sound of signals lost, creeping, onto the edges of the screen, nineteen, eighty-two, TV set...
now finer grains, of sand, claiming darker plains in your brain, partic-u-late, as you rest your head on the sofa, for suns, for moons, for nights, for days, for years to come, forever…
Hafiz Kheir, va, sep 2011 ….
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