The Nocturne of Unwritten Laws

Mottakeenur Rehman

 

Do not call me useless—
I am the astronomer of the unspoken,
braiding comet dust
into the grammar of glow.

Night’s black lens
trembles with our silhouettes,
but laugh in iambic, and it replies
with a morse code of forgotten names.

The sky dissolves its atlas,
hungry for horizons:
I trek beyond the brink of sleep
where poetry is both north
and the storm that erases north.

Early risers, night’s accomplices—
whose phantom contract
binds them? Only here,
where shadows stitch their seams,
does time collapse into a single vowel.

No risk. No rule.
Just the infinity of unsung
thrumming in the throat
of every dreamer.

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 29th, 2025 12:13
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  • sorenbarrett

    The beginning of this poem made me think of the angels alphabet and the Kabala (where shadows stitch their seams, does time collapse into a single vowel.) A great line. Dreams a shadowy place where reality is exchanged for wishes that are lived in another dimension. A very nice piece of work

  • Tony36

    Excellent write

  • Poetic Licence

    Oh how I wish we could exchange reality for wishes, enjoyed the read



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