Umarr Amin Biography

Unravel my bleeding bark
Layer by layer
Till you reach what is fair
Engrave there with my tears
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The dreamy eye cut my throat I bleed, see
Some old shards my memory still feed, see

In doom, eyes cease to dream
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Isn't there bolo agility in thought and word, tell me
Is one safe under their ferd? tell me

I confided my confidante to recount my impasse to my beloved
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Syllables riveted
For the edifice of the poem
On the tumulus plinth
Of imagination,
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Vision has gone, cecity new sight'll be
Bruit is, nightless now night will be

Speech is a myth, a Sisyphean tale
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