fire dies in your throat
                        a god relinquishing the light of what you seek
  haven of bloated miracles
                                         a room embroidered with chandeliers
                     & oshibanas where loneliness is a faraway thing
                                        like your father
        like your mother’s elation
                      nightmare stills in your dreams filled with bones
                  dusty bones
                       napalm-ridden cities grown inside
    the belly of your sleep
                                                        jubilance eludes you
               in every universe
    you       an alien in a world of elation
                             it is so easy think about love
                                                      when you are wrecked with loneliness
                    like the kettles abandoned behind a rural mosque
                                        seeking your lover’s hands & water
                & you have not learned to avoid variety of things
    the blueness of a body
                   the sinkhole for your balanced rhythm
                                          the diorama of your dreams designed with cadavers
           in another world of living
                                  you thrive on the mention of your anxieties
       filling every doings with the bubbles of water
                                     the first time you loved a woman
        you crushed the hypothesis of fear
                       built on the quicksand of your mind
        say you are afraid of a confession that pulls you into a body of water
               here     there is a dream floating away

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