beauty supreme

haha ok man if you find this i dont really care at least im honest right

I drew your stupor in a dream

along a road following the neon lights,

or you. Where did you go?

When he stole my cigarette, his

hands and lips pressed on me,

you were not there.

Where were we, when Kyushu throbbed

and Paris air grew brisk with gunshots and final

breaths? How selfish of us to claim

ourselves as the sole sufferers 

that night. Yes, you, the naked man

on the floor, you monster with a microphone,

you embody the filth I’d 

condescend to cleanse myself with. 

In the silent waltz to which I was

the voyeur, you seemed so pure

and happy, but not your head. 

You’re insane, you’re insane,

I scream at you, and I shoot you

hoping to miss but I don’t, bullseye

where it hurt the most, 

for us both, 

I know this is you, this is you in the raw

flesh, and I know, I know, that I, naive,

having only picked fruit from trees,

could not cope in the dirt, 

I could not find the song

in the screams, I could not

see beauty in the bloodshot and bleeding,

the wiry framed and the wet.

Please believe

that I did look before I jumped,

that the faintest glimmer of water

at the bottom was not an illusion,

that I was not drawn to it in

blind thirst but dry

hope. Believe that I did not misjudge

the depth or distance, but I now know

my knees were made for softer ground; 

for jumping high and not for

breaking falls. 

Morning came with news of tougher trials

that we shall not dare to compare

ours with; morning came 

with newfound respect because 

we, within arms’ reach of

comfort, instead chose to 

shake each other’s’ grounds

and shoot each other’s chests.

It is often after chaos, after we have been

choked and shocked, and 

what is precious and definite is robbed

from our fingers, that we

see our honest selves more clearly,

don’t you think?

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[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I have to thank for sharing this sadness for a human being in all over round globe.