after An-Nur by Laura Kaminski (Halima Ayuba)
Remember this day as the aim you were;
drive out the words coming out from
the movie we promised each other
we would be; we have serenaded
our minds into love’s holocaust –
idealised the isolation like albino keys
in a mad song. I will offer my hand
to draw out water. Evenings are lit
with green incandescence. It looks
like a cove off a sole-glowing comet
that will promise us a crater. I am
telling you about what lies in the walking
between my steps: there are multiple beings
showing from detached lights.
I have memorised a code that will be
just for my calling. But, for the sure
knowing of the outcome of aging, I can
show you the spell-wound path
that will be free of fight.
Previously published in Diaphanous Micro
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