by Sana Khalesi
near and far
for and against
carry on
in such solitary spheres
widely apart
in the long-legged lullabied skies
though
to be retrieved through his beady eyes
too varied and too wearied
the god
perches in a cluster of red and mud
near and far
to us
seems harmonic enough
the sound and the fury
of a wakeless more-walk-less-talk guitar
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