Ala

A name so light you hear it twice,
Like a wing it flies from having been said,
And is buried in the fall the all…

A sad name long on alacrity,
Life lived as though alated,
Alarmed by my alalia and assassin’s dagger…

Abecedarian of homeroom attendance,
Learning the alphabet of experience
And losing a language in alienation.

Almost suffering from aeriality,
Like twin sisters separated at birth,
Always missing each other by a breath.

Ala: alias Allah, Alaq and Ahala…
Last seen riding a butterfly;
Alas, vanishing à la bonne heure.

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