If illness by Allah is science fact
then its cure is
science fiction by a mad
scientist we hope’s on the right track
his beakers abubble his machinery abuzz
the light in the air growing youthful
peach fuzz
a pasture of health in the distance
waiting for us
to arrive in one piece and
run on its grass
into the open space
of His Merciful Face
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5/28/12 (from Down at the Deep End, progressing)
Ecstatic Exchange / Poetry of Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore 