“I’m Not Saying This Right” (Rumi)

You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out

into air, a round brightness, a candlepoint, all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing, this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn. I’m not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit women. I am Solomon.

What goes comes back. Come back. We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides disbelief, but I will say his secret.

More and more awake, getting up at night

spinning and falling with love for Shams.

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