القيامة دي متين تقوم وتريحنا؟

Day after day after day
until you excel the rituals of this repeated execution
apart from the piercing alarm clocks
no guards shall wake you up for such a stale fusion
snooze a little; that helps you obey
but get up sharp to cruise your way
through pale, ragged and filthy flocks
of nightmares snitched out of a memory
set around imagined friends and foes
you may extend your bathroom stay
drowned in a bizarre pool of dirty pottery
untying complex columns and rows
emerging naked in a necktie and socks
shaven to a shining look, dimming while saving the fears
teeth in dove white; in clear contrast to stealth grey tears