the moment you say it out loud
the magic disappears
a dream feels infinite in your head
but shrinks once explained
a joke makes you laugh alone
then dies when you repeat it at dinner
snow lands pure
until footprints turn it grey
wine glass clear
until lipstick stains the rim
we touch things
and they stop being what they were
the words of god came unorganized
gabriel didnt hand over a table of contents
there were no chapters
no subtitles
no bullet points
just raw speech
falling into human ears
but mankind couldnt handle that
we reached for scissors and glue
we stacked pages
we numbered them
we gave every chapter a title
like god needed branding
we didnt trust the rawness
we wanted order
so we invented it
and in that moment
what was infinite
became finite
what was alive
became a book
a living voice turned into paper
a flowing river turned into a shelf item
a butterfly pinned to the board
beautiful, yes
but no longer alive
ink pressed flat
stacked
bound
and called holy
but not so holy anymore
oh, one last thing before you go…
i once touched something divine
it was her ass in the morning
bathed in sunlight
i whispered "subhanallah"
she whispered "coffee first"
and just like that
the holy turned into routine
and routine turned into marriage
and marriage turned into
me trying to sell you a summer book
naii "ruins divinity with daily punchlines" io
