Hadi Atallah

Songs have been made 

to the sea in anger, 

to the sea in calm. 

And the melody of the song 

was the Tiffany blue water 

and the little scuttling fish 

that flitted by and were gone.

…And with little waves on the shore came the distant barking of dogs.

Virtue is like a wild fire 

burning in the chest, 

and on the lack of integrity 

comes its rage.

…It is a place for killing because of the music too.

I think that I should avoid the shore, 

when the world is making a party 

to search that shore. 

Maybe threading my way through 

the edge of an uncharted city will 

better educate me. It is the understanding 

of the Self that I seek and not the knowledge.

…It looked full into my eyes for a moment.

On the surface of time travel, 

we can only see mere delusions. 

The nerves of imagination 

pulse and vibrate with 

extraordinary thoughts. 

Life is as stern and real 

as ever at the same time. 

And curious dark residues 

condense and precipitate.

…The Self closed itself in against the night.