Insider And Outsider

REZA RASHIDI

Sometimes for embarking,

for commencing, for discovering,

I shouldn't move,

I shouldn't;

momomove, momomove.

Intermittently designing;

for occurrence, for entrance,

not falling on in-flowing,

debarkation and happening,

so, no momomove, momomove.

Sometimes for attaining,

I leave unmoving conventions,

putting them up with abandons,

permitting to be hidden,

from transpiring, from tumbling,

so, no momomove, momomove.

Then I turn into an outsider,

attempting to gaze eventualities,

which are not appearing yet,

but imagining them, for likelihood;

natively, inseparably and imminently,

so, no momomove, momomove.

Sometimes for reaching,

to a new passage, to a novel path,

I arise to be that little girl,

who was growing in me,

but congested to be showed up,

as an insider, as a dancer,

so, no momomove, momomove.

Scared from remarking and recognizing,

scared from watchful, vigilant coercion.

scared from me who was not me,

scared that, she may never

be able, to uncover me in me,

so, no momomove, momomove.

So this ‘I’, is venturing to discover,

me in me, undertaking risky things,

no matter where she will go

no matter when she will get there,

just presenting and then, immigrating,

so, no momomove, momomove.

Sometimes for mounting,

to the utmost, to be greatest,

I shouldn’t move,

I shouldn’t;

momomove, momomove.