"I am really just
A tambourine,
Grab hold,
Play me against
Your warm
thigh."
- Hafiz
If you have taken this rubble for my past
raking through it for fragments you could sell
know that I long ago moved on
deeper into the heart of the matter
If you think you can grasp me, think again:
my story flows in more than one direction
a delta springing from the riverbed
with its five fingers spread
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