EVERYTHING IS SCARY

Does a hawk dream of a chain
as he swings across the vast steppe of sky
god's realm, with fear of never
landing, on your heart
lives a settlement I built,
making dilmun envy the gold
coated insults you spew.
king of kings,
lord of lords,
the visions I endure
and the screams you lease
may your heavenly realm take
the ones who hear
yet forgive me I beg
of you for I am too engulfed
by the wise men of ad-Dunya and love
sometimes steals into my mind.
I lied, for my chains
are the keys, I never had
a mother's hand under my hair
whispering "my,
baby, my
baby."
yet forgive me I beg
of you for even the lord of lords
had Madonna's arms.