Tonight the darkness
barely opens her eye,
a sliver of moon.
Yet this is enough
to fill the Prophet's chest
with splendor,
his belly with the feast
of emptiness,
and turn his breath into a caravan
laden with gold,
moving Westward
through desert silence.
Tonight is the beginning
and the end of time,
because we compare this moment
to no other.
And the dawn sparrow's bell
of awakening
of awakening
will be like no music.
Ramadan Mubarak!
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