Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair

Fair is foul and foul is fair.
We long for fair but foul we get.
Like the hamattan mist, we wish it’ll never stay
It comes and steals and leaves a scar:
A crack, a wrinkle and a mark.
What is foul is also fair.
Now you may really make nothing out of it
But today is pregnant and tomorrow the mid-wife.
Be still and anticipate the child.
Whom I know will kill all the guile.
But for now you must stand a silent look
Lest you’ll be found with a fatal guile.
Then your love will gain an eternal bliss
And you are thrown into the blazing abyss.

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