22 May 2007


today is a refuge from tomorrow
a hiding place from the inevitable
a deceit onto ourselves
an inner clamor towards the unknown
a sinking into distraction

tonight is a flight into our memories
a longing for the anonymous
a weeping for deeper rains
a voiceless song
a slipping into intangibles

this moment is a look into our own faces
the patterns of walls and lost days
singling out that one non-essential
that one lonely morsel of knowing
which no earthly power can exact from our clutched hands


transient said...

I'm glad you're writing again, this is your's right? nice.
BTW is that J?

Ibn Bint Jbeil said...

thanks transient, glad you like it. i wrote it as i watched news from
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yes, it is indeed a drawing of J. it's actually a pastel drawing that i scanned and intensified the color on the كَنبيوطَر