Before audaciously

flying

in the strangled gleaming

of the last glory

of extinct clouds

rising

I asked my soul

what is the purpose

of having

the last thought

of mankind

or any

dreams

Oh Jinn

give back

the last of me

stolen and not yours

 

The Jinn replied

they blessed you

don’t you remember

or dreamed that you remember

it was that memory

of some things

and everything

that started your world

and ended this

and theirs

It started

and finished

just the way

you wished