1. My Emptiness
I wait for an ayah.
Cleft-like glass louvres on dusty windows
Close on windy days.
I miss Him.
This God of suns.
The pride of the accursed devil,
Sings warmth to an audience of muddy skin.
I call my spine to bend
And I become
What letters are to a poem,
Unwavering shapes dressed in ink and paper,
Waiting to be read
By The Ever Conscious,
The Most Beautiful,
And become a bee
Wrapped and glistened
Inside the nectar of His gaze
I wait for an ayah.
A sound in the silence.
Each passing moment lives in lips
Yet to part for air.
Will You speak of
My emptiness will only break in the song of Your voice.
God only crushes petals and wings.
A distance that dwarfs entire horizons,
Creases rush in zig zags across the face.
Skin and bone fold
And the body is compelled by fragile compassion
To shatter its form.
I am your poem
The body says.
And I bend into the shape of the next letter you say.
I am a word that can only become
After your voice creates me first with thought and then with sound.
In between breaths, I long for you.
There is no minute unworthy of a heartbreaking lament
At how this distance dares keep me away from you.
You are beautiful.
This heart is worthy of your creation.
How can you make something so soft hold
Of what it
You crush me
And I declare in joy
To be among the ranks of flowers that offer you
The strongest perfume
For when you declare my
And bring me closer to you.
entropy, the measure of a system’s thermal energy per unit temperature that is unavailable for doing useful work. Because work is obtained from ordered molecular motion, the amount of entropy is also a measure of the molecular disorder, or randomness, of a system.
What happened here?
The wind raged on,
Sails and dunes turned faceless looks to one direction.
A collision course lay between the now and the tomorrow,
And all we hope to become
Before all we have to bear.
There was no one left anymore.
And so everything was left to stand still.
A planet turns
And the heart stayed on its back,
Unable to be seen again.
This is the nature of entropy.
Is promised on everything.
Open the doors to your mind, little one.
beyond your glass heart.
you will observe
an orbit of worlds
in a tidal embrace with the sun,
twirling like pagans
inside a storm of angered gods.
and do not let the night blind you.
every part of the shadow
before both bonfire and stars.
and so this suffering is merely
that crushes the flower
to make you a perfume.