God (and I ask you)

I was looking
at the sun
when it blinded me
eyes tangible
from the moment
lids opened
shattering
pupils and iris
backfired
manipulated echoes
tired
from a distance
you could hear
the persistence
though existence
mind expended
tempered skin
tanned
too burned out
pores are porcelain
rough
but yet the beauty
still remains
the mysterious works
of the one above

ashraf ishak
6:30 p.m.
15Th Jan 09'
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