Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Tuesday, 25 March 2025
So many windows
I'd seen them from the sky -
The high rises -
Now we drove past them -
These eyries for a gentle people -
I felt the weight of all their souls -
Their words were on my tongue -
So many windows -
I could not count them -
Cairo
February 2025
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