{"id":1800,"date":"2018-09-03T08:37:05","date_gmt":"2018-09-03T15:37:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1800"},"modified":"2018-09-03T08:37:05","modified_gmt":"2018-09-03T15:37:05","slug":"entering-spirit-realm-by-sheikha-a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1800","title":{"rendered":"Entering Spirit Realm by Sheikha A."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

Her wails draw rings of fire
\naround my bed; in combat<\/p>\n

a psychic makes me wash my hair
\nwith sea, and the roots come undone<\/p>\n

almost as if by gratis. He says her wails will
\ntravel the trenches occupying caves underwater –<\/p>\n

the place where seafolks dwell:
\n(we whisper their names
\nlest they come to being).<\/p>\n

It is how it is, he enunciates the air
\nwith a low voice. And I travel into past
\ntense. It must be returned to<\/p>\n

the throat that delivers these wails; as if by
\nskill of the dual-tailed living deep in waters<\/p>\n

of the kind we bathe with to release
\nknots tied in our strands. The whole<\/p>\n

point about blind belief is in questioning
\nnothing; is in letting the power of<\/p>\n

an aging scry heal you; is to forget you
\never caused her empty promises. Now,<\/p>\n

the sea begins to shudder on my wet scalp,
\nmurmuring echoes like carbonite chemicals.<\/p>\n

The psychic tells me this is initiation; the way
\nfor dowsing to find home; her wails tell me<\/p>\n

clearer of inhabitation – how her body is
\na field of clovers, entities of the sea take her<\/p>\n

as theirs every night. Drops of the sea
\ntrickle down my back the length of my hair;<\/p>\n

whispering back my understanding of how
\nI was a blank slate, of how she fell onto it<\/p>\n

like braille, while he presses a dry cloth
\nto my forehead, invoking the jinn to cease.<\/p>\n

By GO69 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/w\/index.php?curid=65084170<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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