I’m, am: in tenses

Past:
Nazar makes the faraz go round, or is it vice versa, my thoughts grow thinner while society shimmers, silent screams and another verse, the day keeps turning, page by page, wait, reel by reel on backlit screens, auto-mated human beings, programmed by battery power instead of simply breathing, living our best lives while the rest of our conscious dies, skipping around semantics for aesthetic lies, built-in surround sound to drown out the sound of… hayya al as-Salah.

Present:
I’m a minaret and my children aren’t listening, bodies standing out just to be fitting in, what state are we djinn? Lack of understanding, amongst the remaining fragments of my trinity faith (minus two), the others had the same fate but you will never know who, made from the same clay, only wanting to heal, slaves stemming from Habil and then from Qabil, stoned and caned, the remaining list lost to history without naming names, all wanted fleeting seconds of gifted greed for the same fickle fame, no shame.

Future:
Habibti, it’s long out here, waiting for the joining rib to my frame, the crave from a new love imbued with an old flame, a spark that an ancient soul said would never be the same, maimed, in the hope of light, a curse on your name just isn’t right, there is no justice in spending my three wishes to ease your hollow plight, the Almighty will see to it with forgiveness setting your darkness alight. He wrote it out all night in the company of angels, a flawless sunrise sight, my beard and my beautiful wife.