unfinished poem for halloween
the rise of the mass
I am all dust and water
mud is me
setled in,
traveling away in geographical sights,
intersecting with other mud bodies.
I am heavy: i am a substence.
my imagination is a concrete matter.
I am the mass of the idea.
spirituality is coming tangible.
Mud is blind
like justice
is animal
will know you by the touch
by the smell
and by the tone of your voice.
I met a vampire yesterday.
she sucked me down into her drain hole.
I gave my offering in liver and apple
to protect my heart of being eaten
while passing through the drain tunnel.
I came out thanks heaven
I came out
with a white hole in my heart,
empty of energy
and with a challange:
In hunger must find the power
of choosing your food.
Still in the need must learn
to be
selective.
Hoda Hussein
Egypt
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