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I used to have many friends, not anymore.
Life has cut me loose from everything I had.
Industry moguls, political hot-shots —
no one cares what kind of day they had.
We spend our ruby days trudging toward
the purchase of desires; we never arrive.
Hobbling on this hard and thorny path, I follow
Wisdom, cling to her robe for dear life.
Love, your sword keeps slashing our hearts.
But we won’t tell God on Judgment Day.
Makhfi, searching the mosque for the idol you
adore, step softly. Don’t scare the birds away.
