Omar ImadyLida
Come.
Bring a word.
A faith of letters etched on glass,
Embossed on leather,
Carved into wood,
Purposely vague,
Invariably misunderstood.
And I have no regrets.
Lead me astray
With words spoken brilliantly.
Remind me of a sign,
A sacred spell
Once overheard
As you made your way upwards,
A gilded sentence
Seamed to an intoxicated bird.
In the beginning,
In our beginning,
There was a word.