The first word
A tale of presence
That breathed the eternal cry
Into the soul of the beast
And freed the world
From eternal solitude
The first sin
The secret of a helpless gaze
That drew the speaking human
Into a temptation
And like a coiled serpent
Wrapped itself
Around its twin
The first rebellion
Igniting a flame of anger
From the lineage of knowledge
Wearing a garment
Of blood and madness
And choosing the joy of suffering on earth
Over tranquility
The first magic
The miracle of hands
That fearlessly delved into the soil
With bold fingertips
And at last
Rubbed the head
Against the leaden sky
But the final words
Still
A nameless bewilderment
That once more
Echoed the first word
Within itself
Arslan - Tehran
(July 23, 2018)
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