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By Kazim Ali

I fear dispersal but the resounding really sounds may be full of echo

or echolocation for the next round

Eye rowed in the guest book of God my many sacred tongues

body and bow

Fingers spell now all the spaces I open

You now verse now open oh pen

Cacti quiver for a century

In the desert I swam myself earthword to know

No time on earth and no breath no dearth

Hollowed out into architecture eternal

Who argues with rhyme or snow

Who knows the space in your here

The space in the storm so finely bowed

The space in snow no one nears

Source: Poetry (March 2019)

  • Arts & Sciences
  • Living
  • Nature

Poet Bio

Kazim Ali
Poet, editor, and prose writer Kazim Ali was born in the United Kingdom to Muslim parents of Indian descent. In 2003 Ali co-founded Nightboat Books and served as the press’s publisher until 2007. Ali has taught at Oberlin College and the low-residency Stonecoast MFA program at the University of Southern Maine. He lives in Oberlin, Ohio. See More By This Poet

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