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in deference to the nomad poem
i felt you there
condescending from the ether
these eyes stunned
by the glimpse
it took me several peregrinations
before i could see you again in the hue
of the green flash
another age as a philatelist was to lapse
before i saw your last stanza
in the tasawwuf
of a poet
long dead.
poetry is many things for many mortals
for me
it is finding
enough
of your tailings
to make a mole-size talisman
to be embedded
a tad left of my sternum
some pursuits
aimless to the sane
whilst nothing but deferential
to the chaser
. ..
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