To[[night]], the waning moon
rose into a [[light]]ning storm,
rolling thunder over a [[white]] [[water]] road:
these few words my [[hope]]less offering
in service of a bright [[sea]]
struck by night's k[[now]]ing.
I saw the whole line before coming [[here]] to [[write]] this, sitting quietly at a fire waiting for the [[moon]] , when you looked…
A oboe climbs the moving stairs carved by orange [[moon]] [[light]] and the balanced scales of orb and mighty ocean. Quite what this…
Who walked this wide expanse last [[night]] , opened by waxing [[light]] , and sang a fragrant [[line]] ? Or fell to their knees on the…
"The slaves of time are slaves of slaves; the slaves of God alone are free." The [[moon]] has moved since I first arrived here: now the…
"The colour of Allah is upon us! And what better dye than that of Allah. It is Him we worship." 2:138 "The colour of my [[love]] is deep…
Two trees guard either end of the path: massive milkwoods who greet me every morning on my way [[through]] the forest, singing salaam…
Have you gone through the door of this seven-layered city, seen the false steward for what he is and fallen, [[burn]] ing, with him from…
Here is the perfect prison, made entirely by [[moon]] [[light]] moving [[through]] the wooden bars of my balcony as the baritone ocean…
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