by Sepideh Baghaii
In the heart of darkness, our eyes adjusted.
At first we were frightened by the undulating motions
of the indifference of time and the lascivious gestures
of madmen and suffragists holding fast to notions.
In the time of epiphanies, our minds had adjusted.
The voices subsided to the sounds of the ocean.
Upon the island of Pharos, giving long lively lectures,
the men talked in tongues and sold us their potions.
In the light of intoxication, our livers adjusted.
The laughter fell to the brooding emotions.
The walls of philosophy were built on conjectures,
and the drinking subsided to new found devotions.