Yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.
yet not small enough to be just object and build, just so dark and just so smart.
Yet my free will, will not want to accompanying
the path which leads to action and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone.
I want to mirror my image to its fullest misperfection, never be blind or too old
to uphold my weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new life I learned and embraced,
like the everday pain,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along to shores away
through the deadliest storm to brightest night.
Mohammad Jazim 