A quest for celestial insanity
brings some comfort.
Somewhere the script had failed.
Only man was not responsible
for the exiled sun.
No longer the earth obeys the numbers.
Wait, my mother
I will enter into your bones
and increase the serotonin flow.
A father killed his daughter
for the sake of a dragonfly.
Downstairs moon was sleep-walking.
A constant dialogue
between flesh and a tyrant
was satisfying the sadistic god.
Satish Verma
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Comments1
the powerful images you make with your words leave me in awe of your ability as a writer. I especially love the line downstairs moon was sleeping... wow!
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