(District of tanners. Fez)
I still smell a trace,
dunno,
through the Medina of Fez, and a cloudy wind
just let me see.
In
my blindness I meet my gaze fixed while
in the empty eyes of a fish. Scrutinizing
to glimpse
in that clump of narrow streets of the tanneries
soul
like a whirlpool,
being.
Because the world is mud, manure
like that which softens the skin.
dunno,
through the Medina of Fez, and a cloudy wind
just let me see.
In
my blindness I meet my gaze fixed while
in the empty eyes of a fish. Scrutinizing
to glimpse
in that clump of narrow streets of the tanneries
soul
like a whirlpool,
being.
Because the world is mud, manure
like that which softens the skin.
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