watching me endlessly,
as a dark shadowy figure,
of stone and haram command,
she too was wasted on this land,
Earth is too lost…, too loud,
sneer tongue in strangers cheeks,
eating all the news and
all the newspapers…,
spewing out words of concrete,
they call it talking,
nothing like a good old tablas
mexicanas…,
to ease the pain
of being a man,
she shivered…,
from tiny white feet,
to that shiny spot on her head,
filled with long and wavy hair,
black and misty…,
she was a Salamander,
fiery chasm in her soul,
feeding of other strange creatures,
energies of nasty philistines,
Saturn devouring his son,
like Novalis and his Love,
died too soon…,
like a muddy mirror…,
a face in it getting lost
when watched too closely,
I was the space of that,
allowance of that,
knowing…,
a fickle worm…,
wiggling its way
to the hearts and minds,
nations like apples,
gone bad,
we all lost interest,
Rapture as a song from there,
where?…,
just there…,
now here,
and a callous, tense,
nerve-wrecking,
unmistakingly violent
Love was left…,
to fill the Void,
eodem tempore,
above Gibeon the sun
stopped its celestial travels,
a white hand commanded it,
Will like a hard truth,
visible only to those
willing to see,
it is a heavy toll,
to be light as God,
he said,
we nodded.
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