In everything, I see youBy: Fatma Al-ShaidiTranslated by: Muna Al-Battashi
BEACON 2-8-2011
In the interlocked fingers of time
In the abandoned dreams of the deceased
In the past, passing collars of joy
In the extended nostalgia between inhalation and exhalation
In the tears kindled like ember
In the fire blazing in the chest
In the fingers of apocalypse, busy digging
In the crumbs of bread
In the liver of a hungry bird
In the speechless devices aging orphanhood
In the mail adorned with rejection
In the pores of a child's imagination,
Mastering the drawing of cottages and snow
In the yellow books
In the smell of blood and regret
In the flame of thorny beds
In the broken ribs
In the candles reduced to ashes light
In the lung widowed by the smell of nostalgia
In the memoirs of journals fond with prompt recording
And fragile pains
In the possessions of the soul, expensive with agony
In the orbits of screaming inability
In the breaking of dawn
And the conclusion of night
In the roads, overwhelmed by the smell of tiers and bodies
In the void, bridging dream and reality
In the horrified panting and clotted nightmares
In the sharp silence and concealed sobbing
In the desire, prejudicing longing
In the good of tears and bad of sadness
In the kindled yearning and bleeding passion
In the ambushing death and transcendental desertion
In the conspiring lies
And deceitful claims
In the shabby liver
And the eye filled with water and grief
In the repeated needs for a shade of a dry word
In deep pains and shallow wishes
In no place and no time
In everything
I see you.
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