Absence Materialized
From the corners of nothing
I snatch my existence,
I, the man who has everything.
The void thickens around me,
It relinquishes its absence,
It is bored into being.
I want to speak,
Say nothing,
But cannot even begin to articulate it.
I reach within,
For faces and thoughts
That quickly dissolve;
I reach for my self
That has already granulated.
I reach for where I am no longer.
I speak their names,
And, after the delay,
they echo back;
They tell me of how it went,
How it goes,
Without me.
They tell me of a life
Where I am not,
Of my world not missing me.
They tell me of my laughter
Ringing hollow in other ears,
Of words that have forsaken me.
For I am not, no longer,
I am Being folded on itself;
I am my absence materialized.
© Copyright 2003 Obeida Sidani
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Nice, better than “The Memory of Me”, perhaps overly melodramatic but at least has more spontaneity than “The Memory of Me”. The three line format, I do not know why, disturbed me. The first triplet is overly banner-like, overly something that came to your mind one fine day as you bathed and you thought that, “hey! This is great to start a poem!” Overly something you would want to end up someday in a quote book.
Ton frère Ahmad
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