Sura six

her breasts rise like the dunes of the Nejd

between them molten beads of silicon flow

down a solder wadi that has been parched of water

since the days when a lonely man was embraced by Gabriel

and told the bitter truth of himself:

your second hint: was Muhammad happy?

“You have been cursed with prophethood

and everything you have ever loved

will pass like the flares of a dying circuit board.”

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