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The Gesture
The whole gesture proclaims a mystery,
A laugh goes into hurry when the time is at flight;
Blinding footlights precede our animal vision,
Schools of children sweat under the folly and future.
One hand hears a bell, two have sweated further
To prolong the sound of trumpets,
This whole same laughter can be musical
In front of the days that last like swinging doors in food.
This comes from pressured blood,
The badlands might be tamed into the future,
Living like lice from the higher trees,
And this stage is folly for the children of great age.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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