No Apocalypse for MeSalim Ghazi Saeedi
poetry · Item 38Aleph
Day by day I nurture you With my breasts Dissolve then coagulate Dare not to escape my gaze Lest I multiply you In thy sorrow and thy pain See my hands in rotation; Aleph is whirling Now touch and enter Through the sign on my forehead To feel the edges of your soul The ego Ultima Thule Don’t you see the stinging burn in fingertips of yours?
9 Sep 2021