The sun's flap
Ceramic fluff
Surrounds the chips of light,
And without withholding ...
Icy Jug
displaces the horizon,
Smells the fragrance ...
And rings the bells.

Flags of centuries noise,
White dust…
The humpback earth's pole.
Its tails…
And black smoke,
Virgin lung
To a deep voice
Declare the war.


Short as illusion
Digest the dirt's feelings
Fell asleep like mortality
And the cycle of thought
Jingle …
Nude outside time,
Kneaded by event.


Withered flames
To an abyss caught in crystalline space
Overflowing by silence.
The neck of nucleus
A bubble
Size of the silence…
Bright as a spark
Rings the bells.

The millennia's rattle
Fruition ...
Events like a fluff of life,
And circumference…
Diamond color
Dusty mercury
Deepest point
Eternal power.



Crinkling
Overflowing in secret…
Falling moons
Babbling…
Like glass bells.

March 29, 2007
Dearborn Heights-America
 

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 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely