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  
                                  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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