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Homage to g. E. Von gruebaum
Here is my share of sand :
A purple soul
Born in the desert
Sheltered in a tent
They removed my foreskin
They showed me my totemic ancestor
Picturesque vestiges without redemption
They taught me what is guts
What is ink
Granted me the scripture
Let me thieve through medieval nights
Holding moon against sun
Hitting on a solution.
When the day of reason broke
They brought me a camel
– the prophet’s mount –
Sent me to work amidst the debris
Splintering mirrors of otherness
In the hope of being attuned to that very rhetorization
And before falling asleep
They advised me not to dream of perfection
It’s lagging behind
They told me
Decay is in the present
Tomorrow is also decay
Everything will fall apart
Dust is master of all
