Documenting
Between a poem and a poem
There is an age
Of memories emptiness
Who will document nonexistence?
It is the age of the poet
Still
Whenever my head shattered a wall
I said: ‘I still have a head’
Whenever a wall shattered my head
I said: ‘There is still a wall in front of me’
Nabila Zubair – A Sea Haunts Me
