The hard core cult was fixing
the flies on the podium.
A snapdragon becomes a cannibal
devouring its own seeds.
Beyond insanity lies the phantom zone
where you hang upside down your faith.
A lunatic threatens to jump
from high tomb –
after excavating the remains of
a forbidden fear.
There was nothing except the
worn rags of a fakir.
Satish Verma
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