By Fadi Abu Deeb
The branches of the fig tree starts to break
They are smashed by aerial quakes
I run with my full strength along our dark lane/
With its open ending toward a huge grey moon,
while my mind tries to guess the relation between the flow of the air and the fragrance of the dream
Then, I fly
I just fly
In the open space…
***
I enter
I close the door
Its collision with the threshold has the delicious sound of the silent safety
In the upper chamber,
The flying floating one,
The remote,
that distances itself,
You’re smiling as I ever knew you
O daughter of unerasable youth!
This time, you don’t shy away of your small almost-apparent breast
Do I need to ask you what does it signal to?
You say it’s the sun of your inner orbits
Then, I am quenched
As a sun travelling to a new distant galaxy
***
With a pure,
Virginal,
Marian face
//unbeknownst yet to the iconic worlds//
You bring me the good news,
that the power of the Most High will overshadow me,
And that the born within me will be the one who walks/
on the edge of our nocturnal valley.
On the edges of our empty village he stands.
Then,
The immanent within all of the elements emerges and blows
And I myself become a blissful storm
