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Mecca-Medina Timewarp / White Moth on the Ka’ba
TWO SHORT POEMS
1
White moth on the
black cloth of the Ka’ba —
Do you know where you are?
2
I had a vision
everyone circumambulating the Ka’ba
turned into tiny white birds
and flew away.
12/28/95 (from Mecca-Medina Timewarp)
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