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  • Writer's pictureFauze Hassen

another birthday poem

picture yourself walking in a large,

dark room

for years and years and years

there are glimpses of distant lights every now and again,

so you keep on walking

and you know you are not blind,

biologically at least

you can hear the sound of the Earth spinning

in the distance,

hunger and thunders remain


soft voices


the faith and despair at dusk

like an eternal radio of memories

good songs

I remember the sun, invisible,

its violent explosions

and its power

upon the mad ones

under toxic nights,

as love moves through delicate fingers

and soft skin burns up the galaxy

it is another birthday poem

and it calls our names from the darkest rooms

and the wildest, most vulnerable nights

as we travel through space

as we travel through time

once again

happy birthday


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