Robin Moger: A New Poem by Mohab Nasr

W1siZiIsIjIxNTkyMSJdLFsicCIsImNvbnZlcnQiLCItcmVzaXplIDEzNjZ4MTM2Nlx1MDAzZSJdXQ

René Magritte, The Lovers. Paris, 1928. Source: moma.org

Life eternal might not be ours

but there’s what’s worse

that we are really forever

Music through earphones

casts no shadow

does not say to you when you must stop

nor through the earphones

signals No

There is no hope

You are a nail in a ship

You do not fight the storm

You do not look for land

You may sleep

may touch the still sand deeps

of waters which reflect the colour of the sky

You may chance across the sky itself

What bleakness!

And you know what if

you pull them from your ears

that the music will go on its way

to wreck your life

I don’t say, You would die

but what is worse.