Hourly Illusion Poem by Mostafa Sarabzadeh

To acknowledge the memory of a loving couple, Mrs. Izaura Martins Cunha & Sir. Albertino Sabino da cunha — -
Dedicated to their daughter, my dear friend, Dr. Cristiane Martins Cunha.
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I wished you be in my wall clock

To be an extension of my passing,

Sometimes by seconds

Sometime by minutes

And sometimes

Be early and a late

By the time I am all running.

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I wished you, in the mornings

When I search my being,

To be my waking at 6 o'clock

Sometimes softly

Sometimes loudly

And sometimes

Be early and a late

By the time I am all dreaming.

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I wished you be all the tic tac's

My body could go with on the time

Sometimes counted

But irregular

Sometimes listened

But unclear

And sometimes,

Be early and a late

By the time I am getting repaired.

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I wished you move circularly

To shelter all the angles of my look

Why not to be a third clock hand

Sometimes forward

Sometimes backward

sometimes really stopped

Not to be an early and a late

By the time I was all watching.

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I wished you to be inside

As like my wall clock in the mirror

Nobody knows who is all shown there

Sometimes it is a mirror

Sometimes it is a wall clock

And sometimes, it is only you in me

Are again an early and a late

By the time we are drinking tea (Mate) .

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I wished you be again filled with me

Sometimes my early double-sit gathering

Sometimes my wall clock

Sometimes my mirror

And, sometimes be my morning passing look

Early and a late

By the time I am all you and on calling.

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Researcher and poet, INEF

Mostafa Sarabzadeh