Whispers with voice echo in my brain, burning with hunger
and voice their complaint in the depths of the rare thoughts flooding the consciousness
pleading with the body hunched over the desk to hold the quill pen.
My body emanates breaths, heavy and raspy, ready to pour
information on the paper.
With all my being, I experience a fervent need to write something
having some value.
The fate of the eyelid is to close, to shut, to darken the understanding
of the visible reality and then dreams become apparent,
with a flutter of the eyelid colorful fireworks whistle
in the night air, passing through the blue sky
and exploding with a blare.
Persian coke inhaled through the nose and thoughts burn like hunger,
the body braced against any approaching attack or harm.
Drinking tea cooked over a campfire,
like a blood transfusion to the body,
to withdraw from a daydream on the night of a full moon.
The sharp smell of hawayij suddenly rises
activating and attacking the sense of smell in replay
and chills it to silence in a nostalgic effect.
All the past campfires where hawayij steeped in tea
rise to consciousness. And like a witness in court spill all the information
out, as in a dream.
The blood in veins is bitter from death, flows quickly and sporadically,
increased heartbeats feels like rheumatism in an emaciated body.
The owl cries a muted call from within the plane trees,
and the plane trees with torn skin, bleed to the ground.
The fortuneteller severs a selection from a rusty dream,
looks into a crystal ball, glowing with the artistry of my rhymes.
His eyes roll in their sockets like an unruly hurricane,
his wrinkled face looks like a demon opposite the fire,
sorcery affects the ambience.
The children shower twigs on the fire
and the fire thanks them by releasing orange sparks
that soar to the sky until their light dies out.
Lovers dance closely hugging on a bed of dry leaves,
their painted faces cause confusion,
couples part and join simultaneously.
Life becomes complicated
while the dead rot in their graves
and the muse's laugh becomes a roar.
Don't search for morals in the laws of reason.
Years pass by with no new knowledge gained,
and there is an underlying fear in the air inhaled,
and all that is left is to exhale,
because you will never understand anything else.
Time remains to dig the ditch
and to chisel on the marble your name.
And never try to conclude from nothing a prophesy.


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