so many words
neatly placed on a horizontal line,
orderly spaces with gracious    gaps
“dashes and dots and curls with movements”
hmm… so many words though,
but meaning she wonders
runs racing through the Divine,
catch me, find me, look for me —

pondering she meets Ya Sami and Ya Basir…
but densely populated these cities tower over her;
perplexing places, with a dangerous climb!
stumbling over paragraphs she’s bullied into a rhyme.

in a small cafe she finds her breath
meaning the treasure won’t be sought
but left kindly with Ya Sabur underneath her pillow…

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