Of Terrestrial Memories A Poem by:
Copyright shall at all times remain vested in the Author. No part of the work shall be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the Author's express written consent. "It is your choice," thus said our heavenly ancestor to his children: "without words you can be a bird, an intersection of soil and light and wind. Without flight, VERSE embodying love and freedom and death, this, my only inheritance for you.
Thus he put the open book of heavenly verse - its pages repeating waves of ambiguity - on the ground and the first sea appeared.
Birds over the first sea migrated en masse. Shadows of their open wings on the book of seas - image of immortality on the slippery mirror of moments - became the verses of the first terrestrial poem.
I stood before the sea - the hands of desire falling short of the sky - and the wings of dreams swept away the birds ...until the waves taught me the first poem.
Maziar Ouliaei-Nia
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