Eternal Effort Poem by Naveed Akram

Hold the eternal questions so that the ether
Is resolved by the magnification of our pride;
Let spies rule the airways, to the infinite realms,
Subduing the efforts of a conniving people.
Let the breast of mankind utter words of alarm
So that the cage is an interior of your liking.
Put all of heaven in a jar full of acid,
And the whole of it burns hot like hell would deem.
The Robins of a tailor are about him,
Exposing their breasts of redness to his clothing
To make him watch the marriage ceremony.
Hold the questions so quiet and skilled
Like the opening of books and the closing of fortresses.