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“forever lost”

i wonder what the sounds of time have seen

as they crawled over ridge tops

down towards those ravines

 

like orchards they have sprung

and from their branches came leaves

such a fruitful mystique

 

a harpsichord drama

a baroque woman’s dream

 

they were dressed in the harshness

that of storms, that of steam

 

but now they are gone

like bees from a hive

for i only see the shadows

of their honey-whispered teams

 

a metronome, i must now become

the keeper of time

a brush on the drum

 

i will call from this window

over mountains and miles

 

i will tear down those walls

and reveal those sweet smiles

 

for i am the sound

and the sights i have seen

i am the one that wanders

forever lost,

in this dream…

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari

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“in the darkest wood”

pollen lingers in the air

like the dust of angels

resting on a field of forgotten numbers

born of long division remainders

in a tomb of winter bells

no longer sounding

we are far from frosted white beaches

far from the capes and coves that shelter

here is where the voices mingle

in the windless halls and old theatres

just outside the walls of braided grass

green with envy

alone in the darkest wood

and breathing…

just breathing

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 2/22/13

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