Let us replicate without proteins
lifted light shapes voices
learned behavior
splintered phrases are telling and more
of never looking back simulates
haven they say now
we must
the visible rendered invisible ripples
chords and rhythm of us manqué
hints we feel and muster
learning the notes
tao and te tao with te tao
nazle douzle blooms
quills and stubbles
they burn
in that we walked as we pleased among the fallen
to decipher decades of garnering amnesia
echoes of days out of habit
guileless in fact
some of us gauged the mechanism of salt
dragged out surface for nazle archives
looking for a word a star among
thicket Euphrates hauls
would she still after so many
years and deals can she?
what my palm releases is a base note
seasoned by peerless tears
tyranny of guilt imposes
silence delivers
should it?
the grammar of mourning insists
sound alone cannot discharge
as wings alone wouldn’t
in another world no explanation would’ve been necessary
no question would have clarified hearsay
would otherwise have garnished love
beyond question and syllables
beyond color size or model of horizon one salutes
light-lifted star debris (what fine breath)
howl that foments and headlines
grab a twig a branch
the seen but untouched remnant of a silk road
of rebuffed lute and body perhaps
distance to pace hunkered up
prized possession
mourn with me old lute
cut and spill sound
bump pluck lead tightness at the bend
sand burials and souls cargo
unlit caves and slaves
dawn is frozen for
daybreak ever thrush.