This ache hasn't dissipated in 44 days.
Its consistency has shifted, immigrated...
Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...
How many dead things do we bring to life
In the hopes they'll keep us safe at night...
In my bones I'll carve a tale of your sweet ichor
Who told you that desire could be tamed...
I wish there wasn't this
confusion...
Mossy forest,
have you ever dreamt of me...
I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills...
Tonight, like many ordinary Gaza nights,
there are wounded babies...
While standing all day
I feel the weight on my feet...
Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here...
I am in awe of the translation of your eyes
from forgotten languages of dreams...
What is Karma? Karma means Action
It is the Law of Action and Reaction...