HUMANITY WITH SUSPENSION OF IMPLEMENTATION
The letters arise in their usual rebellion,
Some are cold, ivory, solid,
Some of them are chained, secured and lifeless.
Some of them are loud and arrogant,
Baring the soul rushing into the waves of sorrow,
A resolution that has no solution, plunging and biting,
Defeats, disappointments and victories.
And a text without a title, and a lock without a key,
The power of confusion and the taste of firmness,
They both come from the bitter dandelion,
Do you see if existence exists or it doesn’t exist?
Are we alive or the breathing dead?
Who dance murder with mortal bones
carried in on a feast dish for the table of worms,
What do we look like?? How do we look naked in the meadow,
Between the fig tree and the olive tree,?
In the company of elephants, ants and lions,
Which den will the mule species adopt?
The owl is wisdom and the raven is myth.
Birds only fall in their form
And our forms without forms
Do you see how the Angels look at us from up there?
Are they laughing??? Or are they laughing???
You see, who and what do we look like???
Take the time to look at your mirror, and don’t ask questions, just look,
You never asked the right questions and you never answered what was asked of you!
I know who we were and who we are,
We were the glory until machinations surrounded us.
Why don’t you ask???
About the wall, the ship and the Alliance of the Two Seas?
What names do you know???
Names with which Adam mentioned his Creator?, or the names with which Nouha mentioned his Creator!?
And another Name which Yachaa called his God before Pharaoh.???
You ended up being
stripped naked and isolated
from pure creation.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
