Sometimes we run restless
We live present.
سلاما على من تطرقوا الموت وعادوا أطيافاً
We know it.
and in the rush, we lament
fugitively against your
edgings
*
Today I saw ghost-ling trees
and they spoke so vividly through the fog
on roots
and groundings
The archons come
to claim
but the roots are too stubborn that only water can go through
to ground
our re/turn
to visions of living far from us that
claim our anger (we rejoice in anger)
and the feel-s of it rush too much
like lavender or
cardamom pods deep soaked in water…
*
We live present.
سلاما على من تطرقوا الموت وعادوا أطيافاً
We know it.
and in the rush, we lament
fugitively against your
edgings
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 