If I were a crow
I'd be liberated like the yearning winds of Afghanistan
Beneathe my curious talons, above the city streets, the buzz of a hopeless feat
flying free, inculpable of an unnecessary anatomical anomaly; unconcerned
Relentless
So when illusion breaks, I see clearly
the distance; novel and omnipresent
self, culture, what is, what ought to be
the growing change of heart
Wide, wider than the sun
Everything, everywhere
And I fly, unapologetically - subject to an abstract desire
of an insignificant entity, behind glass window, a questionable reality
Afaf
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