Barzakh
cotton white wrap
a pale dust coat
ten feet bellow
position me to the right
my head northeast
will darkness be my light?
verve above
the last to leave
takes forty steps
will faith, prayer, proclamation be enough to unmute my soul?
looming Munkar wa Nakir
with abyss spiked hammers
their lips of black blaze
ask three questions-
my bodiless eyes sear
awaiting a final answer
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