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Uns al-Wudjud se echo a llorar -
threw himself at a princess moon,
white pure as night tricks to a halt,
only reveals what stocking
lit imagination knows -
at stake are classical melodrama,
primed heroics. al-Wudjud gushes.

One thousand and one years before
the divorce of heart and heel,
Uns al-Wudjud gushed before
a hermit on the sea
and God - ensalzado sea.
Then, God was a gate keeper,
the owner and developer
of nature of civilization.

Like Francis de Sales and Lightnin' Hopkins
after him, al-Wudjud knew
suffering made the most beautiful
architecture of the soul. Even if
he needed to spill his intestines
across a rock jagged beach, al-Wudjud
knew God is, was
and he never had it all that bad.

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from History Lessons, Vol​.​1: 74​.​25" Poems, released January 19, 2012

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