Sunday, February 13, 2022

When did Musa switch clothes with Pharaoh?

When did Musa switch clothes with Pharaoh? 

At once, all your lighthouses went out 
while you stood back turned 
tending shores tongue lashed,
scorched in falsehoods fire. 
Hizmet chokes on smog, envy fills 
darker voids still with more 
whispers. Cast your 
five o'clock shadow,
throw your stones, 
blow your knots, discriminate. 
Vacuums suck. Outside forces 
replace reliable brooms, swept 
a married Abi under gossips rug 
rolled up with another senorita, 
tossed us in the Bosphorus. 
Did you forget the hidden 
messages in water? 
Saline polarizes 
Asia and Europe, 
East and West, 
Istanbul was...
and is, binary. 
Parting seas makes it easy to flee--
but you're welcome to chase me. 
Or stay in false reality 
floating in place when no one 
wants to paddle. 
Go in circles when 
only one does the work. 
So let's change the lightbulb? 
Every one blames the light. 
Three unwise-men, 
fallen stars of their own skylit ego: 
Moses, Moby Dick, and Zane, 
turned together into the wrong direction.  
Corruption feels "righty-tighty" but 
"lefty-loosey" connections were made. 
There's nothing wrong with the lamp's
patience; see how easy light diminishes--
then extinguishes your shadow foundation(s)?
When did Musa switch clothes with Pharaoh? 
Intentions are your convictions.
They rise by design as knowledge 
fills every crevice, too. 
Brain waves, 
passing days, 
all resign to Truth. 
Light falls up 
we 
read 
down 
in dark ink. 
Down with darkness. 
Look how water drowns,
floods, or quenches life around us. 
I don't believe the telling of your stories--
why do you insist we read in your shadow. 
Darkness crowds your shores, 
listen to whispering waves crash louder
than my warning. 
Tossed me overboard 
into an opposite reality where 
His Ocean engulfed me with 
all three seasons of color. 
Complete security of family
looking down from here, 
clear as yesteryear, one can 
still see that dark void. 
Sans Peur, swam in a droplet 
of dew that has all the ability
it needs to reflect all of the Sun
without you.  Truth, wrapped in Love
and Gratitude, polarizes your fog of war, 
service to self, power company, and non-profit 
authority. Remember power corrupts, absolutely. 

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