985: Who Am I, Without Exile? – Part One Poem by Catastrophe KING
985: Who Am I, Without Exile? – Part One
I am a stranger on the riverbank, and
Like the river, water binds me to your name!
Nothing brings me back from that distance
To the oasis: neither war nor peace!
Nothing grants me entry into the gospels!
Just nothing! Nothing shines from the shores
With the ebb tide of Tigris or flow of the Nile!
Nothing lifts me down from the Pharaoh's chariots.
Nothing carries me, or loads me with an idea:
Neither nostalgia, nor promise!
What shall I do? What shall I do without exile?
And, a long night of gazing at the water?
...The Pharaoh gazes with pride from atop his lofty golden chariot.. at the wonders he has created.. the massive statues, sculpted gardens and palaces so fine.. yet, the peace he craves can only be a gift from above...
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5/3/2024 10:08:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Too good