
Until the Very Last Breath
When we look at death’s door it looks like nothing at all Blank and featureless a serious expression on a featureless face tha…
TWO SHORT POEMS
1
White moth on the
black cloth of the Ka’ba —
Do you know where you are?
2
I had a vision
everyone circumambulating the Ka’ba
turned into tiny white birds
and flew away.
12/28/95 (from Mecca-Medina Timewarp)
Categories: Poems
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