Friday, June 13, 2014


What is it like to to spread actoss Iran and Afghanistan like a rug
of many cultures, peoples, denominations?
Not long ago nomads, you now allow high-rise housing
and yet this desert you call Karakum is the home of lunar images
a recognition of space, the ultimate fate,
exploitation and the reconciliation of opposites: Arab
without money, future without contamination by the past.
They say the heat beats all previous experience.
I never thought about this before; you see the future
like a victorious wanderer: I want to go, to be with you and your
unknown territory, your rare scenery.

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