We present this work in honor of the Tunisian holiday, Martyrs’ Day.

 

Time: Circles intertwine
to form
one circle:
Its fulcrum is
your betrayal.
The rays of lies stretch
like a diameter of blunders.
In mathematics
there is something called ‘adjacency’—
a no man’s land zone:
We are not inside it, nor outside of it.
We sometimes meet in it
or at the edge of the circle/the memory.
Thus, we belong to all possibilities.
When meeting,
the circle vehemently revolves
to return into
a mere dot
in the void

Translation by Ali Znaidi