Shoulder on readiness that ample pity blights
With soreness while that cleaving mother glimmers
Heart shining in her greying gowns and energy low
The thumb connects atmospheric ribbons
I sense that stairwell to the sky
Time clashes with empires
and legacy
that sky stairwell upends
fixing with marsh
I climb tugging apocalypse
at that speed of crashing tears.
-By Laila Ali Haid
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