Thursday, 19 August 2010

a surah

12 seconds

[strikethrough Tues. 17th Aug. '10]

To Manchua you carr[y]ied me
Your footprints in the sand
My words in your voice
That stirred fresh life

Whose shadow brought me
To darker plains
that shield
From shuddering light

Once blinding had struck
Not friendly flame
But terrible sheets
That flashed their frozen eyes
Like clinging children

Warm corners of heat
Cleaned up and brightened
For static reflections shin[es]ing back
And echoes that catch on marble pillars
Like la ilaha ilallah