Gravitational vacuum ...

In a dead wind
In the dead of rain
In the flow of darkness
The sky laughs ..
Crying and mocking
The stars shine through meteors
Falling down with the gravity of light ...
Rugged ways of worship
When people endorse it
In the lull of the despised puritan shout
Intellectuals sit down to socialize with the Roma
Take off the sandals of the ground
They walk on pebbles
On the yellow grass barefoot
Their palms rise to a hug
Perhaps the sun has blown up
Read about "Lorem Ipsum"
And "bags"
In a trance of silence ..
She decided to travel
She resolved to be absent

The writer Sana Shuja - 12-3-2021