Scattered Sentiments from Within the Design – Omar Zefier

February 10, 2026

The Taker and My Ambivalence

 

You’re the same God

that took away my grandfathers, my patriarchal grandmother

—todo es Tu voluntad—

             and so, I’m hugging

             my last one

like I’m never coming back

 

You’re the same God I’ve got

             no reason to love—Rimbaud spoke

of Your pallor—and here, I’m inclined to write

about Your power: not only did You annul

the pulses in a limping lineage, but You took away

             my mother’s cancer

 

When the Dropper’s Set

 

The profundity of death, when the dropper’s set,

is expected to reach the depth of a muddy puddle:

             we’re to reacquaint ourselves with the Lord’s slate

when blank, when the paint has yet to kiss canvas

and stain segments of a horse’s mane, when They had yet to make

             up Their mind and set forth on a crazy notion

             called existence and smiling through Their reign—

             again, we’re to make contact with the bleak

             prototype of life once experienced with closed eyes

             and never remembered;

the universe eats faith like a full basket of fish till it makes itself whole—

we rearrange our place and count on time for the remaining ash to settle—

the world will cut you down and sit on the pile till it’s pricked by a bone—

you will antagonize your heart till the realization hits that it’s in your hands;

             I hug my one true love                     while we’re swept away,

             reigniting what we once had                      within a shadow in a corner of His dustpan