I wrote a little poem one hot summer afternoon in a corner cafe in Rabat:
My mind is ablaze. Red hot. Inflamed…
Derailed…
Heading towards chaos…
Fragmented…
Departed…
A wave. Castaway. Longing for the past. Craving the missing link…
Doorways…
Long paths…
Bi-ways…
Crossroads…
Living.Dying. Born into wisdom…
Luggage…
Travel…
Unknown lovers. Foresight. Forward. Backward. Love…
Twisted…
Wreckage…
Horn. Window. Clouds. Air. Space. Time. Immunity. Spiral. longing….
Forest…
Wood…
Escape. Entrapment. Endgame. Scenario. Strategize. Empires. Enterprise…
Reminder…
Change…
Puberty. Pubic. Genetic. Gender. Sex. Religion. War. Merger. Finance. Finnish. Rubbish…
Toilet…
Waste…
Flesh…
Mark M.
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