Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Love arises and heightens towards us,
With a manifesto to shock and stare at;
Then iron chains are broken
Up and sold to the higher men.
Dying men shall visit the chained places,
Playing with their steel as a form of strength,
Speeding along in time as they crawl naturally,
This hour fades with an advertisement.

I speak in a velocity of light,
At the top of life, at the highest life.
Weighing in with hugeness,
I see love taste the horizon at the seaside.
Wading in requires good luck
And darkness of the night is also tomorrow.