Equilibrium Poem by Marwan Daou

“The soft sound of the lost spirits
Between the walls of fear;
Letters, bewildered, in the twilight of thinking
Like slight strings calmed down or not by gentle winds or tempests.”



“Deep entrance into the world of the mind’s eye,
The terror that soars ahead the brain’s mirror,
From the precedent’s lament
And the colors of regret
For the fear from death or its adoration,
For the good of the bad and its rights
Or the sin to survive; be in this world; ”

“Knowing the lone color,
The blackened white and the white…”