• qaynaat 6w

    ~•*

    in two nights,
    grandma rises
    from the horrid
    crematorium,
    changes deaths,



    and becomes -
    a freckle
    of the greater
    whole death
    of the treacherous
    universes. -



    ~


    she hovers :
    a raven
    over the groves
    of our arms,
    twinkling, asks,
    "do not you want
    to know
    your serials- ?"
    "maybe, someone else's- ?"
    "eclipses- !"



    ~


    love asks
    and keeps
    asking
    to live. -
    live. -


    ~


    i am amazed
    in the seat
    from where
    floats
    this low
    frail voice
    hurriedly palpitating,
    flooding
    with real
    love,



    saying,
    beat
    beat
    beat,
    brave...



    ~