siyahi...

those carves me etch
on the paper relentless
'what are they?
where do they me get?'

i asked my friend
the ever present One...
the unperished...
the blessed...

and He
gave me a pot
of ink
a big inexhaustible one...
and placing it
right on my desk
He disappeared...
a vision was He...

time and again He comes...
paying a visit with His calm...

He had disappeared...
He might reappear...
but
Hadn't He left
an ink pot?
Siyahi...
right on my desk?

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