When my brain won’t go to sleep
When my heart just feels too weak
When my sadness seems too deep
When my eyes begin to leak
......That’s when I turn to poetry

All that remains
Chalk that wrote our story
I absentmindedly erased
Essence of our core
Still searching
For the lines of us
Lost somewhere
Amongst the dust
My inspiration slowly fading
Sinking in quicksand
With no hopes of wading
I will always be waiting
Rising from the depths
Of my past life
Paper bound
And
Apologetic
Praying to all gods
That I don’t repeat
The same mistakes
Pleading woefully
For heavens sake
Desperately hoping
I don’t know how much more I can take

i sometimes wear sunglasses
while listening to music st night...
helps to block out the constellations...
as i've found one strange similarity
between Islamic culture
and western pop culture -

sunglasses -
        and the niqab - inversion -
i.e.:
so... are you're telling me...
all these celebrities have Asperger's syndrome?
you know... the eyes that can't
really focus on a smile...
  rat-eyed, darting as if trapped
in a maze?
             so much for ****** expression...
could perhaps read a smile,
second to none to the none
of a fake...
    
            isn't the practice of wearing
sunglasses akin to the Islamic
face covering?
the eyes are...
  windows of the soul...
or... what a ****** expression
beneath a niqab looks like...

   if i'd want a mannequin
to smile at me...
   i'd ask a gay asking a Muslim
woman to smile from beneath her veil...
but then i'd ask a mannequin first,
and only the mannequin...

              so all these celebrities
donning sunglasses
attempting to catch
           UV copper coating
pretending to be on a beach...
in on something?
                
            but they are replicating
the niqab...
          oddly enough...
               it's plain and simple
poker...
            no ****** features -
but also no soul -
    i can't exactly read either
guise...
           i need both the eyes
as i might also need the ****** contortion...

    the origin story is just the same...
but i guess all those people
wearing sunglasses must
be autistic -
    hard at keeping eye-contact...
plenty of smiling going
on...
   but when it comes to eye-contact?
terrible "malware"...

      as that other western niqab
surrounding desirable women...
not even on the streets of Mayfair -
west London -
locked up in a Rapunzel tower...
  
         i've seen more dogs walking freely -
even though they might still
tend to be leashed...

               but the use of sunglasses
as is currently used?
     hiding behind a veil -
contorting and faking ******
exfoliation like that -
making the awry smile?
      with eyes in the shade,
autistic and darting everywhere
other than the receiving
face of the interviewee?

                then the sort of women
you see on the street,
   in plain daylight, and evening -
free to go as they please?
    not exactly model material -
not ugly - no woman is ugly -
at best, a woman can only be:
neglected...

                           i see...
two forms of a pre-Islamic niqab...
           one is definitely spatial -
a prison cell...
the other?
    less a pure womanly constraint...
more...
  the audacity project for
autistic children; sunglasses.