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Habibi

Habibi

 

Circulating in your bones an intoxicating sap
The undertakers can’t see the flesh or the life that lifts your frame
The opportunists come as well
To spit on your skeleton
They make it their job to maintain the grave

 

Habibi

 

They point you toward other skeletons for phantoms
But you know that your bones are your only vessel
And you trace
Elsewhere
Always very far
Always more intense
Without ever stopping . . .

 

Habibi

 

Your bones knock together in a redemptive din
Energy is your thought
Generosity is your sap
The concept is your laughter
Love is your art
Art is your life

 

Habibi

 

Chaos
Providential expanse
Radically welcoming differences
Possibilities
Ad infinitum
So long as one holds on

 

Habibi

 

They want to flatten you
But you’re not one to lie on the ground
Your propellers are your wings
They crush the tyrant’s power
They stir up the wind, that starry void of voluntarists
They retain creative energy

 

Habibi

 

You cleave the air
Belly to the ground
And everywhere else
You belong to no place
You do not contain or retain space
The air burns everywhere around your bones
You don’t look back
Though your ancestors mastered the danse macabre

 

Habibi

 

You rejoin your love
And the flesh of your flesh

 

Habibi

 

Your bones may be consumed.
If you fall to the ground
It will be to dissolve the abjections of human horror
If you happen to tumble
You pass through the earth
At the farthest point
For you love that raw and living matter
And your sap spreads deep to make your bones flower again
To be dispersed far and wide by the desert wind
And an invisible sap
will manage to gather them together for a new chaos