"No longer as a wreck shall I be hurled
Where beacons lure the fascinated helm,
For I have been admitted to the realm
Of darkness that encompasses the world."
XXXIII, The Diwan of Abul 'Ala Al-Ma'arri (973-1058)
I already spoke of him here.
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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