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 AnachronismBy Mostafa Rahbar April 26, 2002 The Iranian In an abyss Amid palaces in rubble Haggard fallen kings With a faded regal mien In tattered robes and plastic crowns and rusted swords Were somnolently groping for their lost kingdoms In the ghostly glimmer of candles That cast their long writhing shadows On the cobblestone road That stretched to eternity Their gaunt horses Stooped under the weight of their bridles Regurgitated absurd history And with battered chariots Had long forgotten their ethereal gallops Petrified sentries With bugles in hand Were dreaming of rhapsodies and shining armors Mute minstrels Clenching their broken lyres Had been lulled to sleep By a litany of morbid silence and amnesia Disillusioned pilgrims With glass eyeballs Gazing at faceless icons and wingless angels Had abandoned their saints and shrines Expecting no more miracles I reached out To caress the contours of your soul At the nebulous twilight Bewildered I awoke in a daze Staring at my shattered soul In a distant nameless land
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