Sunset

Quasi-hymn

Selma Othmani
Dancing Elephants Press
2 min readJul 11, 2024

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Unfinished "painting" drafted by Author ~ 2022

Sunset,

Be it the regret
Tailing my hic jacet,
And my rightful bequest
Before I exist
And after I forget.

When life gets unreal in ugliness, and it feels like I am two drops away from drowning, and that my demise — whether moral or organic — is unavoidable; I close my eyes for two seconds. I remember a haphazard line for mister James Baldwin “Don’t lose heart people!”

And I betell it: Do not lose heart. Do not lose heart Selima.

And that’s when a certain ascetic pride smears quietude over my heart, and all I can think about; is at least I have witnessed many beautiful sunsets.

Many suns sliding down. In all sorts of colors.

Many sunsets I marveled at. In different feelings. From different hills. Different cities. Different windows. Throughout different weathers. With different people — But mainly, all by myself.

Everything is tarnished by the ugly.

But one sunset, is beautiful enough to obliterate all else — Regardless how times are hideous, or futile, or cathartic, or unjust.

A sunset doesn’t save me at the moment of chrivelling up. Yet at such quittance, it reminds me that at least I’ve experienced something beauteous. Beauteous beyond language and time.

Something we are too feeble to give credit to midst our agonizing moments.

But think about it: It has always been ugly for us; germs of mud. That’s a bizarre truth. But it takes one single sunset to outfox the lifespan of a doomed body that is sentenced to lose to bizarre truths.

PS.

I’d like to express my heartfelt gratitude to all of the DEP editors and for the magnificent content they share on this artsy space. Thank you LIN for taking care of all our rising writers, it is a blessing to have you backing us up duly and generously in the way you do!

And to follow your model, (though I suck at expressing gratefulness and always lose it when I get emotional) I shall recommend these pieces I enjoyed recently, starting with the brown-eyed man from Rouaaa’s contact list:

Also, I guess you’d wanna “breathe in the mess and feel anew” through MRI079's

And to to finish this round you MUST NOT miss out Farida Haque’s provocative piece

Je vous remercie infiniment for publishing my work guys!

Peace,

Selma ❤

✍🏽 — Published by LIN at Dancing Elephants Press. Click here for submission guidelines. 🪄

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