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Stasis
Suzannah Mirghani

Like a freight train
On its way to Siberia
Collecting warm breath
Past the eons
Past the skeletons
In whale skin boots
Life fragile flows to desolate norths
Spines protruding in spring snow

Stasis
The theories have plucked out our eyes
Blind, infantilized and incestualized
We each to each
Repeat mantras and manifestoes
The fall of the nature of man
The fallibility of his rib bone
The fairytales alone
Madden every mother's son

Situationist
I, for one, am I
The subject contemplative
Theoretically derivative
Conscious
Above all
Conscious
And above all
Superlative

Stasis
In tender yoga braces
Let us breathe
And release
Breathe and release
The world into a head rush
Spinning out of control

Stagnation
Tsars on their thrones
Comrades on death row
The way of the world
Can change with a word
From the unknown

The future
Even yesterday
Is always tomorrow

Stasis
We do not change
We try
But we do not change
From caves to castles
We live and die to arrange
The world into acres

Stasis
Shaken up
By anger
By earthquakes
We fleas on the back
Of an itchy bitch
Continental drift and
Seas tumbling in harness
Otherwise known as
Crooked teeth in braces
A mutt in a muzzle
A world arranged
On a molten puddle

Stasis
An artist's sketch of the world
Transitory
In ink and tatters
A self so severed by
Reflective stages
We produce
Such slim volumes
Paper cuts on
Paper thin thought
We splinter into one another
We have always been creators
And imitators

Suzannah Mirghani is Russian-Sudanese and currently a Ph.D. student in North Cyprus.