Etymology: An Incomplete Ghazal - Tamer Said Mostafa

Is, Am, and Was shall not repeat throughout the poem’s dreamscape.
Neither will their conjunction, isolation, or pluralities be our escape.

Alongside its illegible meter, I enunciate my name for the resentful
verses that follow, the twisted vulgarities objectifying soundscapes.

Grant another injunction once this one devolves into a list of never
have I evers. Like never have I ever been asked by a cloudscape

to falsify an oath on the holiday another child drowned before me.
Never have I ever thought to pluck landmines from the desertscape

of the Eastern Sahara. Never have I ever given someone a weapon
to wield improperly. But God said BE and we destroyed the cityscape

with kerosene and domestic fowls that sanction dismemberment. Last
week, a calcified brute mandible washed ashore an Irish beachscape,

five protruding molars to interpret the forbiddenness you and I imagine.
Virtue anoints the occupants who puncture the cadaverous skyscape

with tridents over an oppressor's “right” to maim, and the adjacency
of comparison cannot stop the rapture or barricade stolen landscapes.

I should have known the unspeakable danger ahead, how credence
can substitute as power when celestial craters corrupt the airscape.

Skip the goodbyes if you wish to continue down this path, because
one wrong step will manufacture myopic shifts within the mindscape.

My compatriots! Pull this name from the secular delta, Tamer Said
Mostafa, and forsake it to the deepest channel of your aquascape.