The fourth day, the sun shines, a shadow of unseen Light
Of light and dark, day and night, revealed and yet hidden
That oceans are opaque and deepest earth yet hides
And know that eyes deceives and fear is wisdom

The fourth day, of mercy, now, and judgement to come
Adam lived, evenings and mornings, mercy daily recalled
Longsuffering for the oppressed and patience for their oppressors
A clarion call, of atonement and fulfillment, of now and not yet

The fourth day, time, times, and half a time, middle of seven
As seven is the middle of twelve, which is a hidden seven
Revealing Creation days and Natural days, wheel within wheel
As sun and moon, with same light, mark days in days

The fourth day, of revelation, of foreshadows and foreshadowings
Of mutual witnesses twice repeated, a fourfold symmetry
Of four horns and craftsmen, of four Jerusalems and Armageddons
Three have passed, and the last to echo the beginning

What is enlightenment?
It’s a perception,
where lenses reflect
not the world’s testimony,

Here inference and analogy meet,
reason breathes,
and conclusions are held.

Yet truth is not one—
it is never-absolute,
where multiple perspectives converge,
and reality ?
It's  fragile fragments...
That Falls through lenses.

It never occurred to me
When I realized that half is quite the difference
your hair was curly and mine straight

It never occurred to me
When you never called
Or when you barely came home to visit
When the gifts you gave
Told me you didn't know much about me
And weren't particularly interested in trying to

(But I kept them anyway,
Because maybe you did care)

It never occurred to me
When I started to forget
How you appeared in my life
Or when I kept your picture up on my bedside
For months after the fact

It never occurred to me
When I realized I never felt quite close enough
When I heard my name was still in your mouth
Despite not talking for years

But when I was in my comm class
And my professor said
Identities exist in relation with one another
It finally hit me.
I am not a sister,
Because I do not have one.

Dud Bomb!
The worker was moved from the explosive mixing shop
Into the bomb assembly shop to see if he could manage
Explosive mixing was a fine art like producing wine
He used the wrong ingredients twice and was out
Given a last chance in the assembly shop
The most important job in the entire bomb factory
Ordnance production was hard difficult work
Not every worker could manage under pressure
Yet keep the error free high skill level alive
The batch of explosive he made still worked
It went bang but at only 50% of its potential
When a bomb exploded it needed full yield
Faulty weapons could cost the Allies the war
If the worker had no issues assembling bombs
Things were back on track for war production
If he proved incompetent he was drafted
Into the infantry where the action would be hot!

We count time but don't know what we count
We feel time's flow in the sun, moon, and stars
And see it passed in our flesh and offspring
But without knowledge nor awareness if it is
Forward, backwards, circular, or not at all
Or if a second prior or after, is, shorter, or longer
But only the everlasting, now, past, future, illusionary
And time, the same as times, and so too half a time

I was the crescent moon, a sliver in the night,
Yet in his gaze, I found a radiant light.
He saw me whole, beyond my fragmented part,
Love's alchemy, merging soul to heart.


In phases of shadows, incomplete and bare,
His eyes unveiled the beauty hidden there.
A crescent's curve, a tender, silver arc,
Yet in his vision, a masterpiece embarked.


His love, a symphony, the missing tune,
Transforming fragments into a whole monsoon.
I, the crescent moon, in his orbit swayed,
Completeness found in the love we portrayed.


Through waxing and waning, love remained,
A cosmic dance where wholeness was gained.
In his embrace, the crescent found its grace,
Love's magic turning fragments into an embrace.

i dream of oceans and half moons;
lips against my ear, whispering empty promises;
hidden power dripping between the scars;
forever tattooed on my body;

in the end, i sigh as i finally, finally fully bloom;
no longer a mystery.

A thought of you crosses my mind
never knew it would treat
my midday blues that wild.
Banished it in a blink of an eye
in less than a swift mo
the rose sway at the first light.

The day was long though
but gone before the rainbow
touches the butterfly.

Scurried to the night
back into the half veiled Niqab.
The waxing moon is on the open half
down the far-fetched sun's half eye.

When will you come by
before my eyes?