Beloved! The stars are out
stop writing!
the world is going round like a mango falling from a tern's beak
into YOUR lap
and you are stuck inside, pressed against that dead book!
Look at the leaves beloved! and the moon as it rolls out of bed!
and the smell..! Beloved
it smells like daylight, only with a veil of wild honey and turmeric drenched on its oyster dress!
Beloved!
Will you put that down!
Haven't you spent your whole life separate from the virgin elegance of now?!
haven't you finished those 26 letters, in and out of order, so dried of their juice, that you must realize how thirsty you are?!
Oh Beloved,
let me do it for you
this ink is black and dismal, this page has lost its vividness...
my dear, DEAR, SOUL!
Come OUT!
the world has gifts for you
not from Amazon, but Arabia! The whole quarter of Allah has perched its perfume on the sun, and I have a feeling
that God is waiting to SPRITZ YOU, Beloved!!!
Your Beloved
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