Each Breath is a Guest
Naqi Rizvi2026
the mountains will not hoist you
but if they do, the deepest waves have tasted their peaks
the skies will not suspend you
but if they do, what feather has the wind not plucked?
what garrison, what citadel, what fortress, what hold,
yet—a barricaded artery no force can breach
yes, these cosmetized eyes, these embellished cheeks
might give the maggots pause—
perhaps regret
when the silk is severed and gold is gouged:
what will memory wear?
each breath of yours is but a guest
not every peace has rest
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