And She Read My Future More Brilliantly Than Him...., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
she looked into
my eyes and told me
the path i had taken
was dark and grim
my god did not
live in a mosque
or a church
or a mandir
or a synagogue
he lived on the
street i was
close to him
my cup of sorrow
filled to the brim
in an ocean of despair
i held to a straw
as i could not swim
idiosyncrasies
metaphoric
moments
held to a whim
shhhhh
shutterbug
shiasm
