Another Nowruz

My eyes have closed day and night I sleep, sleep with a picture of two waking eyes painted falsely on my two eyelids! They see my eyes as open, open, for nothing. I am asleep. A sleepwalker, now. In the weightless world. You put me to sleep after thousands upon thousands of bitter wakings, in thousands of prisons, in thousands of ruins, in thousands of cold wars, hot wars you put me to sleep above all my dyings while awake I remain asleep, in the mirror of your eyes, which instead of a poisoned blade gave a red hundred-petaled rose to my eyes...