While I’m doing poetry, I thought I’d look back. Here’s a gem from where my mind was 18 years ago.
If I could turn time's hands to days before the quaking of the ground And rewind screaming engines, fires, clouds of concrete and that massive sound We could not be wiser, nor could we imagine sleeping that our fate Might rest between this fiqh or that Isl…
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