Time, A Notebook Of Water

For Judith 

From the moment we left those feelings 

unpronounced, the malady in each of 

our veins fell into  sunrays of delight

with the manuscript conformed into 

bizarre tounges, we didn't puke at the sight 

of blood, for we do not know the places we had 

wandered, they sent incense the fragments of 

all that was buried, flooding time , of every moment that 

has made us  carry time in each of our pores 

a little oxygen at the edge of raging  our homes 

into shapes, into countries we have only 

envisioned. Every year I tried to not fall into 

myself, to listen and have answers to the 

resounding questions in my head. In my dreams

there were no light at the end of the tunnel

just children playing with ashes from their 

 mother's burnt body, I swear, down here tragedy 

is a frequent commodity and you can't witness

without beholding the whole existence of time 

I know this is a nestle of myriad roshash

the rhythm and warmth that hunts our souls 

For the twentieth reason I have tried to write 

time down but time has refused to stay down