I Take Shape - Poem by Naveed Akram
I number my creations as a financial man,
Of the great pleasure-boats I have curtains;
They fold and retract to believe in their height,
Once the worshippers are elated by the call.
I seize upon infants and denigrate the regard,
My freezing is my undoing, for I am swollen;
Inside the sense is a stronger than common sense,
Which barks like a dog of natural born strength.
I see the creators and their creatures in high regard,
You must defend the one deity before the party
Begins to take shape in the form of triangles,
These mastering shapes that collide and obstruct.
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