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Elevated #5 The Watch.

3
   a deer met
up the mountain
   enroute to
resting my eye
   in the glass
glitter of stars

4
   goodempty
these icicles
   kept intact
deserts untie
    the one book
i didn't waste

5
   flayed hands hold
flowing frog sound
   vertigo
in the vista
   what then of
rogue thesterness

"My tweets read as if they were composed by a Victorian ghost haunting a dusty library.."

“Let me tell you, my friend, that I no longer know the taste of sleep. The bodies of children and the screams of the injured and their blood-soaked images never leave my sight. The cries of mothers and the wailing of men who are missing their loved ones never fade from my hearing.

I can no longer bear the sound of children’s voices from beneath the rubble, nor can I forget the energy and power that reverberates at every moment, turning into a nightmare. It is no longer easy for me to stand before the rows of coffins, which are locked and extended, or to see the dead people more than the living who are fighting death beneath their homes, not finding a way out to safety and survival.

I am tired, my friend…”

--Ismail Al-Ghoul
Al Jazeera Correspondent in Gaza via @moawady via @fadyjoudah

War memorial.