Chaos owns me

Fatigue stretches

And night,

Illusions yawn & I awake them

I spread dream

Isolated at my waking

Rags

Are flying

Out of window

Not to be opened but for winds

I closed my eyes on various pictures

Between today

And security

As memory

Is dusting off exile’s dirt

Away the eye of the sun

And delving into water

Sunset

Smears the harbor’s eye

Who beat this silence,

And asked me…

Who are you?

The universe

Is answers

Assuming dimensions

Without sides

Who died will live

Who lives will die

Time will pass

I draw myself

In solicitous

To open my papers

For inhibited souls

I spell time’s language

By its details

For no names

No verbs

And no Hend

To break her word

That silent cold executed

In my lungs

Numbers

Are fatigued by addition

I’ll subtract them

From what be enough for two springs

And that’s much…

Oh thee, your way

Is spread of

Promises

But trueness in you

Scattered

Through days’ lying

As sprinkles

That breeze carries

So, you be back with your sandals

Losing destination

Bearing eternal wound

In your soul

From love lapses

Interrogating

First home’s hope,

Patience,

And forgotten age

Don’t lean on grief

As I favored you

If you were a prophet

And deported in a lover’s eyes

Connected with love

Contented

Your feet are confined

In this land

And this journey

Is smaller than

One grain of sand

Not perceiving

What tornado is…

Good morning,

Pavements of streets

Stretch as serpents!