Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
The Jumping Man
It was a justice to see the jewels speak,
The jumping man is seen by those who be men.
To jump in the direction of young practices
Persuades the joyous soul to unite with atoms
Residing in the head and heart, feeding the whole of time,
Screening us from truths that hurt.
For the hidden heart clearly hears you,
From all directions they utter their thoughts
Finding one to collate and collect the rigours
Of a risky riot, feeling the hunger of a day.
One enlightens me enough in this real smoothness,
One argument will fail, the same thought will disdain,
And this loop has arisen being born through eyes
Of hurt and danger and sloth.
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