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 Feb 2019 Bailey
Shofi Ahmed
Zero is enduring
zero is deathless.
Nothing is up to it
none can mirror it
though forever
it's an open case.
The eyes are yet to
see an open face!

Because like it's
nothing is in perfect shape
purely a perfect circle!
Nothing matches it
as like Fathima is none else!

Ever more sprawling pi decimals
never go unnoticed propelling
to the end surge before her.
Before the original one
Fathima is yet to be mirrored.

All the planets turn circular
before the unseen perfect circle.
Fathima nails it snapped it up
circled it with her hair!
Before the furthest sighted eyes,
the dot at the earth's centre
at its pool of primitive water.

Fathima embeds in a loop of her hair
thus supercharges the water!
It finds the cut, the golden ratio,
constant continuity in her hair's inner flow.
And the Big Bang happened
there, their breakthrough!
The potential worlds to be
from the first drop of water
she gets them all buzzed out.
From down the rock bottom,
from the zero null
Fathima finds and raises the sun!

Nothing is comparable to it on the ground
nor up on the high, we only see the fire
of a heavenly phenomenon is beyond the sight!
 Jan 2019 Bailey
A Simillacrum
flame in a dark pit
rain on a mountain
ice
   in the veins:
                          blockade
one of these days

techno nightmares will break
through
   analog purity,         of course
      they will but,         then
   you'll have it your way,
where dust becomes you more
than your electric
   dreams,         of course,
you would rather be muted

i won't
For ya, gibs. Gittin goot.
 Oct 2018 Bailey
emnabee
Away
 Oct 2018 Bailey
emnabee
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
 Oct 2018 Bailey
Shadow
Lost time
 Oct 2018 Bailey
Shadow
Time turns slowly
Like the way pain
Comes and goes
Time is the worst
Time when you
Feel so lonely
Nothing seems to
Help you but
Only time with
Someone but nothing
Comes free there's
A price when you
Choose your path
Nothing is for free
Don't take it for
Grant it by
The time you do
Time changes you
Could be alone again
So there's a price
For your choice
 Oct 2018 Bailey
waffle
‪i don’t wanna live anymore‬
‪well probably because‬
‪i already saw everyone‬
‪i drew different faces on my mind everyday‬
‪they appeared in my dreams every night‬
‪they’re blurry and happy‬

‪i don’t wanna live anymore‬
‪well probably because‬
‪i already felt everything ‬
‪sometimes i imagine that i do‬
‪sometimes i just felt everything at once‬

‪i don’t wanna live anymore‬
‪well probably because‬
‪my whole existence has been something‬
‪i never really wanted‬
‪and i’m just obliged to live this life‬

‪i don’t wanna live anymore‬
‪well probably because‬
‪i could already picture my future‬
‪i’ll be dead and that’s the end.‬
I think of this every night and every day. Anyhow, death still scares me.
 Aug 2018 Bailey
Gale L Mccoy
at times i must be
unfiltered, undiluted, pure me
for if i let myself
restrict, edit, reform
one time too many
this death grip will never ease
for all the fear i hold
of letting the wrong thing go
is why i must let it flow
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