"Say to those who are distant: You have reduced me. I am here to complete you!" - Mahmoud Darwish
Take this anger sold on a nail's Coffin; take it will you and Snuff it past your gullet And singe & screech till the Hoarse will cart each syllable In slices of emancipated Effulgia, evaporated bulbs Reading parchments of smolder.
the embrace of the worm is
in the same measure as the protest of love;
power of disdain matches
the exigency of care; the green of this patch
of grass is in the same measure as my dark
as your dark
does not, does so
Say to those whose lives are chalk, I am here to slip the sleep of oil, The bark of night and the untold shriek To soothe the wail of dust, of the Hurried chalk; I am here to complete you.