As an epistle composed on the wind
so to Said is written this sonnet
for his contributions to epithets
the unspoken beauty of a silence
when brought to perfection is Arabic
Arching for reasons inherent to awe
the mysterious side of everything,
then to its ineffable anxiety
a love of the weary exemplary
for genius that no cure can avail
Wreckage of stars, oh, the ad hominem
what it crashes on top of and wails
As it exceeds the Poet, the Prophet
goes to the Microphone to clear his thoughts.
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