There was a time,
but it’s long gone now,
it’s been 6pm for a few months,
Yesterday we’ll see and
tomorrow we saw
the same
stagnating pixelated sunset,
over a city that opened its arms,
to a sea that will not rise,
Algiers likes the chase,
loves the absence,
loathes the presence,
the orthodoxy of a young heart,
that has yet to be broken.
Thilleli G.