My blood and the mirage.

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My blood and the mirage """""""""""""' Confusion stops At that crossroads On the overturned rock In the middle of the road When a bird passed With the mirage Quenched its thirst from the deserts And from the clanging of wailing Since I dug in my head A trench for burning waste Hills of blind cats Led by hungry frogs To the great field of death All the tame pebbles Approach the minefield To hunt a pie From the muzzle of an old rifle When the master decided to move the remains of his victims To the shooting range I had pillowed The nod of my frowning face And when my head became a spark Faint as a point Ambiguous on the road I bent my hair and sleeves To penetrate the walls of the trenches And scald the road With a boat leaking Creatures Eating the embers of the desert And stalking the wind Whenever the Wildfire's blaze lengthens It needs a drone To discover the hungry squirrels In my head That feed on my blood And kill the fungus in my chest And burn my corpse In the trash can And draw in the air A sign Of my victory Over me Abdullah Oubel 2021