Talha

A flurry of photographs

On a long black roll

That’s presentation

On the hell-heaven highway

Where few know

The cities at the end

Of left and right;

They are placed

In the nonchalance of liquid love

Open to the leaf-turn of wind and laughter

Framed by words

And the random intoxication

Of metaphors

And separated by the giggles of the insane

The genius glue of twist and spurn

And the embrace of divinities –

You were born in an unknown continent

And fly to galaxies unnamed

Re-birthing at every turn of whim

Far more than the 41 mentioned

in certificate and data base –