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Ahmed Mejjati

Arrival

That drunkard stumbled down over his lips and fell.
He shined the mirror’s splinter of his sorrows and saw
His own funeral: lips chewing prayers
A star shouting and fading away.
Then slipped away from his hands a vine’s dream, a rosary,
And a mother hanging linen on the roof.
Filled with barking, he closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and drew away.

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Arrival

That drunkard stumbled down over his lips and fell.
He shined the mirror’s splinter of his sorrows and saw
His own funeral: lips chewing prayers
A star shouting and fading away.
Then slipped away from his hands a vine’s dream, a rosary,
And a mother hanging linen on the roof.
Filled with barking, he closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and drew away.

Arrival

That drunkard stumbled down over his lips and fell.
He shined the mirror’s splinter of his sorrows and saw
His own funeral: lips chewing prayers
A star shouting and fading away.
Then slipped away from his hands a vine’s dream, a rosary,
And a mother hanging linen on the roof.
Filled with barking, he closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and drew away.
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