Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.

“While you sitLike a rain puddle in hellKnitting the socks Of your life.”

“Because the light is always with usand the hush of an early morningtime propiti…”

“«ظلُّنا واحدٌ.لكن ظلُّ مَنْ منّا؟أودّ أن أقول:«لقد كان في البدايةوسيكون عند النهاية»،لكن…”

“The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by b…”