I get lost in the quantum
I retract to the bottom
Dissuaded not from filth
I wait in precipitous fashion
Fear not I am a patient warrior
From a forest of a past Notting
Ham, I am Him. I sneak with precision
not thoughtless. Calculating blows
with feathers, I save the quills
for pleasure. Yet, I get lost
in quantum. A fallible foe, rightly so
will fear my lancet, my arrow, my bow.
I am the warrior who strikes at night
not light, nor day can stop my might.
I dissipate in mist of water, regain in
strength to save your daughter.
I get lost in the quantum, a levity
a misfortune, a history recorded.
The flotsam, the forgotten, a death.
A century not this. A warrior in parallels,
in forests, I get lost in this. The quantum.
Fear not. I am of you, I am of
him, I am of your bittered friend.
This knight of pebbled precision, waiting
to hasten the death, of a man’s battled greed
to fall the fiend of filth, the hand, the arm, the leg
the bastard brethren, of a brittle breed.
I seethe in furious quiet, a lasso tied in hand
I am, I am, I am. I am your mortal friend.
I get lost in the quantum.
Jay Mora-Shihadeh (he/him) is a Poet and Artist born and raised in Philadelphia, PA, currently residing in Sarasota, FL. Informed by his deep love of Art, Nature and Social Justice, Jay pens emotional, vivid poems. The poetry conveys a myriad of tales, rich in expression, often reflecting on his experiences growing up in a large-extended-family. A family which hails from the Palestinian Diaspora on his father's side, and the trickle-down-effects of his Irish American mother's 'orphan mindset'. His work is published at Spillwords Press, New York, NY, Freeverse Revolution a Literary Magazine, Masticadores USA an online literary publication, and Lucy’s Works and Co., a Little Writing Workshop of Horror. You can read more of Jay’s writing on his blog “The Artist from the Inside Out.”