’Alams for Tripoli Night


Deep in                                                a rumble                                              a calling
            sleep above                                          climbing                                         that sutures           
                        the sunrise                                           up the sky                                   your dreams


to move so far                                                 are the stars                                             are they
            to note that one                                  happy                                                      alive when
                        has not moved                                        in their caves?                                           they blink?

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