The Last Moments
The umbilical cord was cut....
And nothing remained in the fossilised bony jug except a maternal
voice and the three melodies ـــ stigmatised odd and anomalous ـــ of which the Pause is loud.
Patience..!
The Pause on-goes louder till the unnameable intermingles with the un- conceivable waking of hollowness and truth holds a wound or a smile...
The Pause is loud and the yellow face is creeping