Mohamad S Bazzi

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​​Morning Window

(January 31, 2023)

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There are usually not

 

Any images involved

My mornings of late​

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Only a mental approach

Of shadows and light​

 

A flash, a swift, a sudden

Unconjured telepathy​

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A first moment​

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As I look up from sleep to find

That life can emerge once again​

 

Perhaps this time

For a final requital​

 

Perhaps if I close my eyes this time

And look within

 

I can dream away

This icono/plastic

 

Sunrise

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I cannot run with you

Through these new regions

Of corrosion​

 

I cannot climb into

Your passing circus trolleys

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I will remain here

On this frozen thirsty ground​​

 

For now​

 

Is the flavor of secrecy

For here

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Is the face of fortitude​​

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You can run off into the postpartum

Of complete surrender

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You can cast off your jaw and shoulder

Into the stillness of a static wind​

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What good is the wind

If it cannot pass through us

With ease

 

If it does not bring forth

A useful reprieve​

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What good to me is a wren

Or a swallow

 

If he sits plump on the static wind

And pretends he is flightless

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Now comes the hour

Of morning's realization

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Now the day of the people

​Can begin again

In deceit​

 

And end again

With deception

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