Sun of Sumer
Behind the sky's cane is a wormhole and the remnants of my galaxy grandmother.
My homeland was here a billion years ago, and in parallel universes, my other version and my friends who do not die exist.
I turn the oysters of time to gather the souls of the dead; I see the falsity of history.
I implore a star to embed its femininity in my soul and violate the sea.
Narcissus does not know himself, singing like a wounded seagull on a salty rock.
The homeland is green; darkness will pass over the walls of Babylon, and the sun of Sumer will rise again.
~Firas Alwaily
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Behind the galaxy Homeland of souls My grandfather, my father, and I The language of secrets The alphabet of light A song of lightning The throat of the sun has no tongue Death is the beginning of the homeland The end of exile
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