Zubair Ahmed, Blueprint

I hear voices passing between the barks.
Telephone conversations that leaked through the wires,
Found themselves lost in all the crossroads of the forest.

I ask God for my blueprints.
He hands me a thin rectangular box
As lightweight as an insect.

My skull rings like a church bell
Hidden among the canopies.

All the clocks in the sky
Continue tocking.

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