it’s the way of a house
to wait


the weight
of when whispers / trying
to squeeze the quiet
from the day


task bar doesn’t move


watching, unblinking,
as the blue
thunderstorm gets lost
among tossing limbs


wanting, not wanting


its magic entourage
to disappear
before the night / goes
permissive


lines in waiting
falling
s


e


e


d


s


bodies on the floor:
the / irrefutable
conclusion


i know now not
to try / to count
the grains


i know
by the way you hover
pale


and wonderful
and unexpected — so low
to the roof tops


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selamat Idulfitri / ‘Eid mubarak 🌙

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