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I watched Anis Mojgani, a spoken word poet, perform his poem “Come Closer” at the Sarah Lawrence College Annual Poetry Festival in 2010, and I fell in love with him. His humble presence is almost more magical than his words. Almost.

Anis is a two time National Poetry Slam Champion and winner of the International World Cup Poetry Slam. Read his poem below if you want, but only watching the video can do it justice.

Watch the YouTube video here.

Visit his official website here.

Come Closer

come into this. come closer.
you are quite the beauty. if no one has ever told you that before know that now. you are quite the beauty. there is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth. your smile is a sign of how sacred your life truly is. come into this. true of heart come into this. you are true of heart. come closer. come closer. know that whatever God prays to He asked it to help Him make something of worth. He woke from His dreams scraped the soil from the spaces inside Himself made you and was happy. you make the Lord happy.
come into this.
come closer.

know that something softer than us but just as holy planted the pieces of Himself into our feet that we might one day find our way back to Him. you are almost home.
come closer. come into this. there are birds beating their wings beneath your breastplate gentle sparrows aching to sing come aching hearts come soldiers of joy doormen of truth come true of heart come into this.
my heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has thinned me to where I am just another cloud forgetting another flock of swans but believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces. place your hand beneath your head when you sleep tonight and you may find it there making beauty as we sleep as we dream as we turn over when I turn over in the ground may the ghosts that I have asked answers of do the turning kneading me into crumbs of light and into this thing love thing called life. come into it.

come you wooden museums
you gentle tigers
negro faces in two broken scenes
come rusting giants
I see teacups in your smiles upside down glowing. your hands are like my heart. some days all they do is tremble. I am like you. I am like you. I too at times am filled with much fear. but like a hallway must find the strength to walk through it. walk through this with me. through this church, this church of bone, birthed of blood and muscle. this church of ours. there is a doorknob glowing like chance. clutch it. turn and pull. step through. chin up. back straight. eyes open bones in our throats hearts loud and bending. walk through this with me. walk through this with me.

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