after An-Nur by Laura Kaminski (Halima Ayuba) Remember this day as the aim you were; drive out the words coming out from the movie we promised each other we would be; we have serenaded our minds into love’s holocaust – idealised the isolation like albino keys in a mad song. I will offer my hand to draw out water. Evenings are lit with green incandescence. It looks like a cove off a sole-glowing comet that will promise us a crater. I am telling you about what lies in the walking between my steps: there are multiple beings showing from detached lights. I have memorised a code that will be just for my calling. But, for the sure knowing of the outcome of aging, I can show you the spell-wound path that will be free of fight. Previously published in Diaphanous Micro