2024-09-??
i loved you
sunbloomss
mountains mourning the dead ,.
the dead ,.
moonside waves crash, drown,
down . drown,
the winter told me:
"here i am and for the the "
so i walked and i walked
for seven days ,straight
scythian on the drowning steppe
hare, hare, ,hare srikrshna!
to the walls of damascus
damascus, dimashq .
verily, i have no where to die
and i move on—
snowblind in my heart
centuries of calm bloodshed;
these trees want nothing. .
nothing.
the winter told me this:
"here i am for the first time
and so i reply:,
"thank you my love"
my love love habibati.
twentyy pillbottles on my floor
cold dead floor
so far far from my love
grave-merchant under my bed—
please dont grab me .
twenty words and none of them are me.
im scared for our love habibati
afraid it is over
i am your martyrd sun.
your adobe braves my heat.
my bus ride home is so sad
my seat is so tired of this martyr;
so i lay on the busfloor and
andi cannot hold back my stuccoed tears ,.
so i leave
i leave this mountain city
for good .