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Jul 2016
The good thing about a tortoise
Is that he carries time on his
and does not have to run
to cry.
He is like a river
flowing backward,
climbingΒ Β the rocks on which her mother
had bitten
to un-feel the pain of origination,
so as to cast a glimpse on her nest
in the mountain.
He is a figure, a language, a sun
whose force is sustained by his own spirit -
unrelated, unlike a star,
a candle, a night.
He is his
own version
of the light,
and the rite,
and the fight

Β© Lazhar Bouazzi, Carthage, TUN, July 18, 2016. Revision made on July 25, 2016.
Lazhar Bouazzi
Written by
Lazhar Bouazzi  Carthage, Tunisia
(Carthage, Tunisia)   
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