I'm drunk
Job enters with fingers
I am lake
He stirs and stirs and stirs
Too high get rising waves
Go the ships and floats
Lost in fog are the boats
Thoughts turn seas and oceans
There's no coast; all endless
Sharks and whales, and lobsters
Squids and tortoise
Dark sky like girl's hair at fourteen
In cosmos the Cirrus tastes sweet
Come Shirin and Farhad, Valentine
At exit are the noose and gallows
My heart falls with their love
Maid of Mist sacrificed to roar-god
How Eerie left and right
Thirsty herds come running in Hana
Day's return with shepherd
Dusk is blood; Hussein's son's
And willow nervously lowers head
‘Freeze-halt' kissing-back is shameless.
Wavy dance kills me soft
With his words changes life
Persian is sweet tongue
Reads poems as if talk
And poets are in line
I'm drunk.
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