Her song, Her metered journeys

Distracting the Malay peninsula
sisters in dross wedding dresses
portray the waiting thin oxygen
skin blistered like pouring rain
fellows in dollar society curtains
doctored the waiting lioness cries

But, She, God, was not absolute
except Her desire to free her people
an endeavor She is waiting on, patiently
working on, dedicating the moment
like a parallel journey of situations
interviews with poor insomnia drills

Her drip on the dried furnace recognizes
esteemed crowds following rope in darkness
recognizing Her shoving and wheezing
polite occasional visitors to southern waters
in Kuala Lumpur like spider mine statues
habitat mayors bless urban dictatorships
a scratched record consensus blares the call
morning classrooms allay systolic timber walls