Metamorphosis is what I suffer
I will not die now, yet I long to…
The ghost of Frost is haunting me…
I feel shipwrecked,
Naked…horrified
In the name of my father, I declare
My odium and anger
To Baghdad and Beirut
As well as many friends in between!
I recollect what is left
Of my skeptic belief,
Hopelessly, yearning demise,
In a shrinking room
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