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