Have these fragments: and believe pre
null-blossom catalyst blossoming impetus
Northbound moon crest corporation
to walk in white sand with you, brewed
dreamt like past war, are, grown bronze
colored corps no crops to feed the hungry
cattle and self, not forgetting the self
that cares. In someone else’s world, moving
around promise swag dash promise to each
other. A pious people, a pious person with a
narrative fringe of pre dusk yellow. Dressed up
in all green silk, cotton and special longing,
fervor stars, water, grass fall, nonsecular rings
slowly around common area and gray rocks
resemble faces we had seen, everyone
syncopation, I have been so busy, so busy,
Shaykh’s perfect silence, anecdotal and
personal dreams fray at edges of evolving panel
companion of hills. Green pastures, erased
sins furrow the synced veins tunica media of
layered childhood splashing arteries, generative
memory dumb brain beauty and alone, on
the shore of silvery puddles refracting refuge
in November or April fragment, elliptical lucidity
samovar, coffee besieged linear spur of grandfather
riding his bicycle around Afghanistan’s silvery
spaced out streets, mud vibrates in the year before
the war. What will I do now, I am busy with long
rainy hours like a camel, goat free on grassland
of rumination to the self’s psyche bocage.
In my acoustic age without which conclave to shut
eyes saint tree and timbre of goodness
propagates heart of believer, I believe I was
something when integral parts, vessels both
harvesting and disintegrate temporal soil
of being, oh khuda jahn dilem tang ast dots of
referential links control burning fully to ascribe
the song of couples, zawj in equilibrium, forgot
losing, painted walls of soul loss of static pressures
hums together but ultimately, in units of zero sum
intensity and always think the path denoted
early impedance. Green suluk earth rises interiority
like the beat of a heart. Temper of pent variables
amber turquoise truth, we or rather I mistakenly
burrowed ebb and flow of ever present time
to free conscious of large or small sinful stems
in togetherness of pre sound with no money,
brown hands wait for water to fall, ascending
leaf rustling calm at gate of forgiveness detained
transhumance birds chirp the soul and intelligence.
Yes, mistook his word under snow and ettiqutte
hills of quieted Flatbush or Ocean speech inadequate
gloomy tulip frieze rainfall, I always understand
rain. Trans sub par biological memorabilia hum
at locals, by now, this age at the center I could have
been a wife or another alternative algae vessel of
sublimity to know the self. I must start and after
Travels semi nomadic plurality, lines of seasonal
decay in solitary eyes iso succinct or deficient
to even understand one day or let alone a life
worth all crumble leaves under fig eyes tear
banks of rivers like dry bread, muddies
the distant pasture pray, that it is. What
was I made for. A salve to apprehension’s gilds
and semi conducive err to be rewritten for better.
The rivers smooth in velvet decay went as far as
North and reach the country where I was
born, who lived here between condensation
of evaporated habitants memory or romance
or isolation grouped under sum limit zeroed
in ease, yeah, I hold a holy fire in my heart flocks
to childhood in elsewhere memory system
of mercy sea caps waves in highlands
to keep what we love, dear to our entire bio
dome bodily conscious system, sticks
or beam collapses entirety can’t say. I love
anything because love for a believer is
harnessing impossible hushed rain water
falls, in gallows of speech where I lay.
Can’t say I love meshing clouds unable
unknowable language which descend
in perfectness around shadows perfumes
of undertones knowing you in entirety
when my coat or seal refracts not in
puddles of tomorrow but meanders
folly to breath. How long has it been
under trees of fig eyes and longing
to be a dorsal fly at the tip of pen
remain parts of distant forecast shade
wind, live life, I should really live a life
as post green Spring rain drips withholding
sights in a window open sky, hardly can one see