PREFACE

sing I kohl’in al-deen I the majdhub the real unreal reason unreason evaporated dissolve with the flames of the words of I reason drops away as petals fall fromst the rose in shuddering ecstasy at the songs of I at the songs of I kohl’in al-deen I the majdhub hear thee the words of I tasting of caramel and soft tints of purple prose that have the texture of pink mist upon the slavering flickering ears of thee the words of I that flash before thy dilated eyes like deep pools of topaz crystals like a phantasmorgia of signifiers that rest on nothing the words of I bursting into variegated flowers