Taqwa System Poems 1

Justyna

Look at my ceramic body
Artificial black-green
I see you on my HUD
I spin my aureola
Broken angel bleeding plastic
Unseen

My artifical contiment
Of geometric towers
Reaching hungrily into the cosmos
This world of black and neon green
This realm is for you and me

Machinery and circuitry
Made vessel of mine
Traveling through time
Stars to embrace
And look at you this last time
Before becoming a star nomad
Before it all starts to matter

Diana Aisha

I’m where you are Sylwia
Now we are the library
I wear a blue flower dress and a hijab
Shelves neatly stacked with books
Like our mind on anti-psychotics
I cannot let you go
Even when I’m supposed to talk about me
Suppose this is love
Or maybe I lost myself in your shadow
Let me tell you how

I made myself small
To listen to trivial matters
They are big news for me
Fork hitting the plate
Is like an army relocating
One sip of coffee
Is like a meteroid crashing down
It is the way it is

But don’t ever think I’m not humble
I’m just a slave of Allah
That’s it
And remember
Tawhid
God is united and unites everything

Anna

It all began with me
The house and the tree
We were two and three
Now there is more of us
As you can see

We are the system of more
We can do by the day
We made mistakes we won some days
We lost some others yet we are
here through all of this

I’m a protector of this system
And what a role it is
To defend for the whole

Mgła

I live in dimension of white ceramic
And great mist that covers everything
Except what I choose to uncover
Remember that

I’m shapeless straight dauntless
Visible through the day
I’m here I’m dire
Following desire