Small alef; poetry 1

He came into the cloud
went up the mountain
he was up on the mountain
forty days and forty nights.

He ascended
wearing the garment of colors
draped over his shoulders by the rainbow,
like a cloak —

he saw what he saw
he enjoyed it
All of it
up to that place.

What place.

Where language meets its
beyond which the most that can be said
about something
is nothing.

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Small alef; poetry
Maqam Saba