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VIRGIN EARTH
She lies before me, featureless and freshAs the savannah on the first dawn.My white salt, her blood-red ironMeet there on the restless landscape.She is my blessing, and I am her glory,I rejoice, or rather whisper to myself.This before me is the one true object,The actual event, and I am her witness.At that her strata quake…
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ALLAHU CIPHER SONG
To Allah belongs the dominion of the heavensAnd all the beings there are upon the earthLike my arms and each hair and finger on themAnd my two eyes and all the worlds they seeAll they’ve seen wherever my feet have beenEach and all belong to me and I to all of themEvery blessed and profane…
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PAGODA
I returnto this peakand seed its soil,my fathermother,with the dustof a thousand landsso that this templemight becomethe blessed Kaabaof a new order.
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MOUNT TOMORR
His is a fearsome face, sharp and disfigured, rocks assembled to conceal the absence of god, while we terrified monkeys flee to His stony skirt, clutching at its substantiality, even as an all-consuming hidden hole opens just on the other side. He loomed here long before I became aware, I just a blind protrusion of…
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ALPHABET OF THE GOD TO COME
I landed on this strange planetwhere every creature is branded,an eternal letter etched on its skin.No one knows their brand’s origin,Nor do they know what it means,each the sound from a languagethat doesn’t yet exist, but might one day.The letters will merge on an unknown dawn,And together form a poem of many lines.The words will…
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JESUS WINKED
Jesus winked at me, Nan, I exclaimed, shocked and ecstatic, come here quick and see. I remember those eyes clear and crystalline as a crisp April morning showering their aquablue blessings upon that tiny white cabin in Penn’s Woods. I blinked and rubbed my own just to be sure, and – wink – there he…
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HIDDEN VIRGIN
She’d been hidden away in a pile of clandestine manure on the parcel of some anonymous village farmer and forgotten, in the time when even her mention could mean death, and she sunk deeper into obscurity with each drop of spilt blood, with each burned page, each brick smashed, each letter gone up in smoke,…
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DOGMA
The sheikh took a drag from the unfiltered cigarette, then pushed the smoke through his pursed lips like a steam train. Then he replied: “This diversionary world branched from the real world 15 thousand years ago. It began as just a tiny aberration, a wall constructed around a garden in Mesopotamia, in order to conceal…
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JOURNEY TO THE CENTER
Around and around the pilgrims marchIn narrowing circles around the sacred cube(Any old object will do, all of them sacred cubes)Tunneling down from the mundane surfaceThe face that masks the multitudesTeeming and restless in the hidden depthsThe hujjaj spiral down, down, and downAnd down, down, down, and down a seventh timeUntil they’re standing eyeball to…
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EPIPHANY OF THE MAP
It found me unexpectedOne day standing in qiyamUnfurled there before my eyesI spy the eternal sketchThe map I’ve been searching forThey said it marked out treasuresCherished by all human heartsAll the sages testifiedFind that map, the world is yoursI sailed all the seven seasTraversed every continentOpened so many volumesAnd raided so many gravesTo find that…
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