Because the world is lost

within its own crowd

everything sacred is obscene,

everything holy is disrespectful.

 

Because the wind blows backwards

everything happens to not happen

dust rises, never falls.

The wind’s mouth

is a wide crack.

 

Because dying is a memory

a place inside earth from earth

to earth before earth

every death is a desire

every death is a host.

 

Because dreams are inscriptions

from yesterday’s existence

from today’s psychosis

from tomorrow’s dementia

every dream is a crowded world.

Dah’s fourth book is ‘The Translator’ from ‘Transcendent Zero Press’. His first three books are from ‘Stillpoint Books’. Dah’s poetry has been published by editors from the U.S., the U.K., Ireland, Canada, China, Philippines, Spain and India. Dah lives in Berkeley, California where he is working on the manuscripts for his fifth and sixth books. www.dahlusion.wordpress.com