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COUNT

count
every atom

every drop
of blood

every grain of sand

count every blade of grass
how they blow
in the wind like
a feast of sabres
a forest
of tiny spears

read
   these words
the desert itself
wrote for you
          (what an ear
the people of
the desert
       have for
the voice
     of God

absolute pitch
when it comes
to the poetry of the soul

read what is written
read what
has been hidden

read the Sun, the stars
the Moon
waxing waning
now
a perfect crescent

read
and count

find a rhythm, your rhythm
calculate all distances
devise
the algorithms
for perfect measure

ditto
and Amen

ditto and Amen

this tale continues
despite our failings, despite
our hatreds
out tragic divisions

the words of the Sufis
written in the stars

connecting every blade
of grass
drop of blood
grain of sand

ditto and Amen

every atom
count, read, measure