Don't stop at the Other

move through the cracks

In a world that is spinning off its axis, I wrote this poem months ago inspired by the Sufi Dwervish that i witness in a Palestine exhibition.

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In a million fractals of what could Be
we chose Loss
blood soaked fingers tracing punched glass
sitting with 
A different vibration of attraction 

The lover circles
                 his own heart
ghost - spectre
Communing with what is 
                                       beyond
Or a tree - ever steadfast
                      ancestral rooting
The dwervish is unclear, and also certain

Don't stop at the Other
Seek the rupture
Peer through the in-between 
And suddenly
Love feels
                   graspable

Cover image: artwork from an exhibition on Lu Xun in Shanghai.