“A Preposterous Guess” (Rumi)

Friend, you change what I lost

to a surprise gift.

You open my mouth in desire

and hand me the key.

A strange preposterous guess

seems righter and righter.

I let other fictions go. I am the contents of your seed bag. Scatter me over the ground.

Let me be quiet

in the middle of the noise.

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