Zepure Arman: untitled

I feel your spine
tingle
in mine.

the nape
of your neck
I defect
with meditation
and song.

hear me
in a windowless
moment.


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Zepure Arman: Pomegranate

pomegranate spills its seeds

across the
lands of sable obsidian
sprouting hope
deep rooted
from a past.

Zephyr finds her breath
and breathes
into the new moon

and under it she blossoms.


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Zepure Arman: Pacts

I’m making a pact
with some wormhole of fury
to spiral me out of control

licking my wounds
I fall faintly to the thief
who stole my mind

treasure me softly
pleasure me barely
and give me a minute
full of air

air for the day
air for an hour
air which is mine and I’ll sell you through
the mail

yes I’ll sell you this air for
a bucket of fury
to buckle me back in control

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Zepure Arman: Dissident

I am a dissident
of this torrid entanglement
in quest, for my own stance and
how I became who I have become.
the sloth rises all around me
submerging me into silence
quiet! just keep walking
with eyes frozen to the river
I am a disregard of this contemptuous
land full of box turtles
where the burden
bears hard on the spoken.
...and
        then
               the
                    river
                           runs
                                  dry...................................

August 2007

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Zepure Arman: Garnick

for garnick badalian



in the mountain stands stolen sand
which once belonged to time himself

an acorn fell from above, the sky, it
must be falling

under the mountain lies the land which
gave birth to her
the land it must be splitting

a passing cloud stopped to rest above
and inside slept a blue dove

a chosen breath strung to a word
left thought for this world.

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