A NIGHTMARE

in the depth of my depths
Enters the dream of the skin
grips the vision
Shakes the secrets of the   Spirit.
 From all aspects of Me
Pearls of Moss flow.

The walls of my conches break down

When night falls,

It leaves the beaches of my eyelid

to a rock mould.

It explores sun pathways that got cold,
suffers the chillness of the sun,

It freezes
 spins like the night in the womb of the universe
a meteor falls down
totters as a bottle of vintage

Blind drunk

It falls in parts,
in the rivers of my blood
 wakes up as a lame child   
Quivers like a slaughtered ox

It forces Open my skin 
 it gets wrapped in my body fat.
The smell of my sweat is weird
The Color of my tears

Become totally different.

The seas cry,

The harbors and ports fragmentize

It creeps into the depths of my cells like a snake   
I get filled with poison

My hair gets stained,

In spite of being hairless.

The resuscitation gets infixed
from unknown and deserted caves.
The memory of the Pisces
Floating in the desert,

Stings me

As a patch of chess
with no pawns.
 My head is getting so heavy like
a Volcanic mount underneath
the clock is ticking
I wake up ...
well
Still above the ground
Dreaming on a bed…

Composed by: Mamon Ahmad Mustafa

Translated by: Mustafa Ahmad Mustafa