BLACK HOLE

Will you walk with me 
on the banks of a silent and invisible river? 
Not paleowater eating the earth 
but a collider, flowing in conscience. 

One more dip with epidural 
to stay away from awakening, 
to start climbing on the burning tower 
of truth. 

Planting lethal swords in the hands 
of earthlings. The essence of memory, 
throws counter-questions. Strange happenings. 
I am afraid of a black hole.

Satish Verma