"The return of Mercury and the full moon in Scorpio"

It is twenty-nine minutes past two;
Mercury has turned back, and the moon has become full in Scorpio.
And I, in my room, in a multitude of my inner dhikrs, have sat in a vague silence, and I am still reciting.
Piazzolla has raised the melody of his accordion and added to my madnesses, and I, far from all people — even far from their virtual presence — have sat in mourning for my happiness.
Now the sounds pour themselves into Granados, and their thoughts into me.
Me?
The clamor of questions does not let me focus a little on my being.
It is a troubled sleep, life in my everyday memory;
I carry the whole of history on my shoulders, the whole of human knowledge, its art, its displacements,
and its ceaseless loneliness.
Little by little, my needs have reached the end of the road; sometimes I think this very room is enough for me, with all the dried-up trees in it, so that leaf by leaf I may inscribe the greenness of my soul upon them.
Milad Zeynali 16 May 2022