I pick up a magazine and there it is again, the Islamic cartoons by some idiot in Denmark hits me in the face, telling

A friend of mine who moved back to Iran sent me the following as his response to the question “why did you moved back?” —

but you, please remember that beyond the spring of light where the hearts were still taint once stood a man awaiting the myth of your

Am I a poet? Struggling to write The poem of poems? Or am I a poem? Struggling to be written? Am I a lighthouse? Rooted