staircase – البحر الميت
the dead sea
By Zein Sa’dedin
between countries of cloud
freaks of happenstance remain
unintelligible i watch
the moon watch me in turn
at times like this i am tempted
to transcend the rules of
time i know i have
come too far to fall
victim to the eventual swing
the brisk turning of tonight
into its tomorrow
shway shway i begin to
forgive the coldness
of winter its fracture
of the personalised dream
according to the study of cardiomyopathy
the end of an era begins
bi the top left ventricle
how an orientation of a thousand
faults begins by sinking
here i pay tribute to this
system of beliefs i watch
it fall apart in fragments
how when the world assumes
the water is dead i know
in reality it is not
see how the moon argues
against anti-sea propaganda
now that i have said this
since i am known to be prone
to forgetting i confess
i wish i could say that
i find this infinitely boring
or even infinitesimal
just kidding ya albi
i am only trying to talk to you