- in the name of Allah -


the Torch

even after centuries pass, even after stone crumbles to dust,
some things still last, built upon in Allah's trust.

even as solo drums sound, even amidst a crowd a tune is played,
some truth always comes around, to the source where light is made.

even as memories from mind may fade, even after an alternate is taken,
some torches always lit remain, without oxygen or fuel yet still sustain. 

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my words are feeble, their echoes of emotion swept away by wind, too many things felt too soon, so many times lost of how it all to begin. old corridors are sealed, their tragedies endured, the things now escaping are what tomorrow felt or healed. but it's not quite their time yet, not quite their place, not this crime can they abet, while knowing still what present I face. some detours are longer than others, for sure, but end in destination all the same: to find again the onion's cure.