Atef Ayadi - Zero Gravity

A wasteful effort
In the waste.
A retired General
Is smiling to his public.
A lover buried
His expensive gift of red flowers
in a public graveyard.
The moon is looking
For adoption
By the old sun.
Pilgrims
Are curious about a new prophecy
and the religion that follows it;
I am tying up
My feet
With a robust trusted cord;
My legs are above my head now;
I am attempting my last yoga suicide.

Atef Ayadi

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