Sereno variabile

Sereno variabile

22 August 2016

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Out of skin

Breath of the Divine

Interstice

Within Time

The making of primal rhyme

Between mind and heart

 

Words depart

Weary travelers

Flying on

Countless wings

The pieces every one brings

Jig saw in my soul

 

Eye of coal

Embers of the shine

Throughout me

Ascends spine

The inner realms untouched shrine

All that seeps through sands

 

No demands

My voiceless hum flows

Like rivers

To the sea

Flowing deltas through shivers

Reaching open banks

 

Offered flanks

The breast and the spleen

We come clean

From shadows

Like filters traversing rows

All that becomes us

 

Lost the fuss

Thunderstorms now stilled

Rains distilled

Like weather

“Sereno variabile

Donna mobile”

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In the Divide – Azam Ali

Endless Reverie – Azam ali Elysium

Ocean – Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian

 

A day will soon come (Translation of Il viendra le jour)

A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

.

Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

.

Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

.

It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

.

Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

.

Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

.

I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

.

To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

.

A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

.

To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

.

A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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