Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
The adding and subtracting combined to make
My numbers work like words and positions
Offering powerful premises congealing in mud,
Fitting to the eye that stares,
Fixing on items of cloth, staring can work.
The asking of questions confers with reason,
This rational kindness overwhelms obscurely
So teasingly and so wonderfully for all this moment
The mathematics of this day eagerly waits,
Returning to the journey of living that
Keeps quality in the neck and legs.
My automatic man is a robot to begin
And end the affairs of life so enchanting,
Fixing it compares to folly,
For folly wends its way to the entrance
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