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Holiest of Enigmas

~ a little wounded, a little shy ~

Allow

yourself

to commit a crime:

take a night song

beamed into the soul

by a singing star,

try to hold it

in your palm

feel it thrum

escape into its

invisible mantle

a little wounded

a little shy;

and the holiest

of enigmas

stands defiled,

a fistful of

ashes on

polished mahogany.

Perhaps then

only then,

you might understand

and stay your hand —

For not every mystery

asks to be solved.

Farida Haque

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