The Feathers of Your Being by M. Shahin

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Marginal thoughts

barely make the deadline

for unwanted expectations.

It must be a full absorption

of a yielding self

to an Independent Power.

The search must be constant

an obsession of the soul

although that search will never

end.

There is a pang of uncertainty

except at moments

when you alight upon

the unexpected and you only yearn

for whatever it is to

last to the eternity of the horizon.

A fragmentation occurs

on the border of your soul

and you weep because your

heart has become full.

You’ve just made it to

the scrim of the ocean

and you are awaiting the

tide to kidnap you from the illusions

and strangers of the world.

There is a tickling of light

in your wide eyes and is wiped

away by an even brighter light.

The feathers of your being

perch on the expanse

of longing and takes flight

by the light of a moon

and it feels as if you were

crawling in the depths of a resistance force

but you became each wave in the

same current and it overtook

the abberant strands that had

tied you in knots.

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