Shah Jahan

“His Majesty Shihab ud-Din Muhammad Shah Jahan, the King, Warrior of the Faith, may God perpetuate his dominion and sovereignty”.

God doesn’t perpetuate dominion.
There is only one dominion.
The dominion of ALL.

God?
God flips over leaves,
folds them,
crushes them,
turns them to dust to the wind.
To this, they are gone.
They are off,
off to be something else.
Now, are they even themselves anymore?
Or one in the same with the ALL.
As they always have been.
Not their dominion.
Not your dominion.
Just dominion. One dominion.
ALL.
No sins, no lords, no losers, no winners.
ALL.

For tender human,
stuck in dichotomies, insecurities,
and powerlust,
God doesn’t perpetuate dominion.
There is only one dominion.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Crags Of Delphi In Kohl’s

I’m going into Kohl’s
at seven thirty seven A.M.

I’m going into Kohl’s.

Have I not lived?
Am I alive?
Is this what I do with
my partitioning?

The fluorescent lights
split
thoughts in my brain.

I was once alive again.

A bird.
In sky.

There’s a song beyond sky.
A song without.
A song within.

I go into Kohl’s but still
I live,
my eyes on last year’s
Super Bowl sweatshirt,
a pretzel bite dissolved in
my mouth,
memories of my vanished father,
visions of the crags of Delphi
from the air.

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Krixba Star

Fruit in the night
by my solitary self
is freedom
the nationed ones cannot know

the nationed ones look to windows
to know
counting through filters
what one is to be told

revive the baptisms of the satellites

the nationless does know
the fruit in the night
and
what love can spell

how love knows to hold bones
or tell them
the truth of
what home is

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin