Mohamad S Bazzi

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as the watchman reels​​

in​

his culpable wobbling​

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i myself am watchful​

from afar

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more and more ​and evermore 

afar 

​

i am detached​

in depth 

​

and in distance

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i am uninvested in this 

ordered anarchy

 

​t​​​he heart cannot comfort

what the mind cannot confess

 

​and the heart cannot absolve

what the mind cannot resolve​​

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and the mind proves to be

more and more

and evermore

 

​complicit

 

in the slow dissolution ​

of clarity

 

in the foregone eviction ​

of sanity

 

in the hasty evacuation ​

of time

 

and as the mind

ultimately acquiesces

​to desire​ 

 

so too the heart

abdicates​

​

and retreats to its​

silent

inner

knowing​

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