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243 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2010
“What starry siren can mime coy Layla when her form spirals away
Or her eyes, the winsome startled pools of the sands’ wild mare?
Neither exertion nor acceptance can I claim to possess
only a mere affinity in which I find my pride
Nor have I strength to wish myself into their clutches
how can my wished-for goal be theirs and not wrong?
My purpose is to see no willed-for purpose there
the essence of will this is, the wish-eye of the blind.
She began to realise that there was no way she could be Khalid’s other half, once upon a time sundered but which (he assured her) he had now found. This was because Khalid, on his own, took on the likeness of a celestial sphere complete unto itself, orbiting only along its already defined path.
The moon moves between high and low, between the sublime and the filth of creation. Of all the celestial bodies, the moon is closest to the matters of this lower world"