At the courtyard of the Blue Mosque, a secret ritual. The muezzin is turning
the pages of the sultan's private book woven with naked slaves, whipping
time to shreds.

In a division of labor, bushy commanders and dreamy slaves join, tearing to
pieces during the riotous orgies, the pages of the Koran, revealing their
reveries.

A mistiness after the rain, hammered with pain.

He dreams a crooked spell, a diagonal, so so paradise.

Found out, the commander's tunic is ripped off, his gold epaulets are
ripped off.  His slaves escape giggling.

Now, a bag man, accosting and being teased by foundlings.


           Murat Nemet-Nejat
           The World, 1992.