Warren Falcon (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)
Upon Reading Naseer Ahmed Nasir's 'Don't Ever Come, O December'
'Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me.' - Naseer Ahmed Nasir'
A slight sigh moves sand
though a complete desert
may not notice being fluid
as a river yet static as the
Milky Way where your words pray,
'Fill distance with light. Make me limitless..'
Deserts, limitless, too, each grain a star,
each-as-One, refer to Referring Fire.
We must quarrel with December,
enumerate our grievances to angels
of every month,
'Who will knit dreamlike sweaters?
Who will pick snowflakes falling in the soul? '
To see and experience all or each
from Light's perspective,
particle and wave -
All graves shall then be opened.
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