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There are those who crave,
For the light of the wax candles of the east.
And those who chase,
The illumination of neon in the west.

Why dont we stop and be motionless?
Let our feet take root in the bed of raging rivers.
To recognise those that are reflections,
And find our balance.

Let us massacre the craving,
And end the chasing.
Destroy these idols of existence,
These fabricated cloaks of mullas,
And these logos of runners.
So we may remember that which warmed our backs,
And recall the enchantment of dusk.
In order to realise the light of the Sun,
That was always there.
In our chasing and craving,
In our living,
And our dying.

© Jibrael