Bark bark dogs, in spiteful night
From black sleep, from one dream to another.
The spaces, in time, days, eventful, otherwise
A reflection thither, reality in shadow shadow:
Spent a lifetime, a monster writing
Emptied ink, still not sure, measuring waste
Events, on papers, pass, the most urgent
With exception, shall be also washed from memory.
The dead, crawl, chasing shadows
From nowhere appeared, in the dark
‘It’s been too long, since we are dead’
Fall fall, the world of living…
My impotent pen, thou hast earned,
The delusion of filling, blank volumes of white.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
December 2,2013.
Chasing Shadows by Santo Mofokeng @ artnet.com
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