clothed in his phallocentric cloak of compromise
with the sturdy rod of profanity
breaks asunder the veil of sanctity and
is excommunicated by Cherub's flaming sword,
and from lofted celestial ensemble
no joyous sound came,
no clashing cymbals
or flute melodious to proclaim his fall
and, no dancing,
or delight, in holy heaven's hall.
once I had this dream
of the tiger in his power who
will break the chains and eat their guts,
their liver,spleen and heart.
No pied piper but a fierce tiger
with the leopard's strange eye.
over horizon of covenanted man
dark clouds hang low,and the bird of prey,
its winged spread as a show,
attaches itself to a hovering cloud-
the signs are inscribed with white cumuli.
my heart is filled with the wonder
of sorrow of many worlds.It's
this delicate feeling
that smothers me like a cloud,
that bedevils me.I do not
see the clear light of day.
we,who seek with such earnestness
the superficial materialism,with all
our strength and ingenuity wasted on
a passing parade,a facade of sorts,
some phantasmal dream of fools.
but today I felt the exhilaration of the wind
on my skin.I'm more alive
than the wind.
I've asked Clio,the muse of history to
re-examine every papyrus
and every hieroglyph
every parchment.Speak to us
Clio, muse ,in stark honesty.Shed ypur
centuries-worn cloak of Euro-centricism and
speak clearly of Dhar Tichitt,
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