Can we discern the light from the glitter
of the melting wax? These candles are germinating
again like Demiurges on a chaotic ether.
The light encircles the space,
and the space is like an aura.
The light is transparent & cold.
And everything from the first blaze
is governed by mimetic punctiliousness.
When the total eclipse wraps the place,
and the footsteps become forbidden,
the sound of silence & the whirling lights
of the candles never perish away
because everything dims, and then gleams again.
Post image Jacob Lawrence. The Great Migration. 1941. via Magic Transistor
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About the Author:
Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia, where he teaches English. His work has appeared in various magazines and journals worldwide. He has published four poetry chapbooks including Experimental Ruminations (Fowlpox Press, 2012), Moon’s Cloth Embroidered with Poems (Origami Poems Project, 2012), Bye, Donna Summer! (Fowlpox Press, 2014), and Taste of the Edge (Kind of a Hurricane Press, 2014). He also wrote a book of fiction titled Green Cemetery (Moment Publications, 2014). Some of his poems have been translated into German, Greek, Turkish, Italian and Spanish.
He keeps a blog about Tunisian literature at tunisianlit.wordpress.com and you can see more of his work on his blog at aliznaidi.blogspot.com.