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(7)
To you I fashion
Half a cloud,
And half a gull,
He dives into a
spot of rain,
He sketches a wing
Out of my ribs,
I become a cloud,
I turn into a
raining spot,
The corners of a
peregrination.
(8)
My garments are in
flames
In Amman.
(9)
I come
Into the intimacy of
Amman,
She distances me
from sea smell,
And the sway of
stone.
(10)
The Mount of
Louibda
Pens me down
Into the speech of
strollers,
And props
The body of the
smile of mine
Against the walls
of his,
He carves her into
Abodes,
Trees,
A woman
Recording
The pulse of her
anger
And the nectar of
her days. |
(1)
Give me leeway
Wherein I live off
The pleasure of
childhood
And the embrace of
peregrination.
(2)
Spread out the palm
of time
And await me.
(3)
Set me free
To the wind,
I solicit the
mornings
Of language,
And the gossips of
the coffee shop.
(4)
Going lengths
In time
And love.
(5)
My vessels are
sweating,
My sun is melting
away.
(6)
The kiss of time
Takes me aback,
The moon is behind
me,
His breaths
Slacken the memory
of mine,
How have I come?
What have I come
for?
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