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Published : Saturday, 7 October, 2017 at 12:00 AM Count : 272
Ainon N

As I touch the words to sculpt a form  
I come alive on verge of prophetic light
A journey unexpected I undertake

I travel with you somewhere deep in woods
to feel rain drenched evening's sun ray
to become shimmering dews of twilight mist
I seize the cosmic laughter of wild so fair
And so, I demand the dancing tale to dare

The collage of words holds moments to eternity
Arranging visions nested in divinity
And yet, while painting the words mural
Not once could I divide
the sun, the moon, or the sky  

With you along
I can hear recital of the Quran
Become entrenched in Torah's song
Blend into the sound of hymn in church
A prayer you always become in my silent search

The rhythm of a story I so foretell
where every word is a marvel
Or perhaps it is a dream
where words of mine are chained to desire
Correcting itself again and again

Ainon N, a poet, writer, critic,
writes from Chicago, USA

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