Complete

On the green grass, breathing in nature, during the sunny daytime, with you
On the courtyard, hearing the insects, under the moonlit starry nighttime, with you

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Ceiling corners

Lying in bed
Smoking hookah with Rumi
Staring at the ceiling
With walls made of shadows.
The scent of agarwood in the air coming from the kitchen;
Drafty rose and all things eastern and holy
My skin oozes with warm toned oil
A tasty blend of nature, dirt, rain in the city,
Lotus, lily, ice cream, rose, opium and something tremendously unsatiated
Like the mystery in ancient stories;
Arabian nights,
Just like the way baba used to tell it.
This still of the night;
A lonely bug crawls
With a burden on his back,
On a mission
Across this enclosure that’s so alive, so open
With moths
Buglettes
Spiders, possibly
Caterpillars, hopefully, like the ones from my childhood
Lizards, lizard lovers, families, dramas;
They once used to be my friends.
I could lie in bed and watch them for hours; their shadows, like dragons.
Nighttime
The sound of silence and bells from women praying
Nighttime
The sound of static radio and the news theme playing
Virtuous strings and purposeful tablas; the world was full of important, manly things
But I
I was too entangled
In my own world,
Upside down
Marveling at the architecture
Of this funhouse
With walls made of peculiar corners
And a floor made of ceiling.