The twisted moon
moved horizontally,
plunged in cleavage
of dark trees
eating the stars.
Aloneness; midnight dream,
faces the wall of nails.
Scratches on the flesh
blood oozing.
The benign end.
Put off the lights,
it helps to think clearly.
Drape the mercy of night.
Snake was hissing, may strike.
A cramp will kill the joy.
The fish will be welded
to a candle.
Satish Verma
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your imagery is always so complex and fills my heart with sadness. your words are so fitting for the world in which we live today.
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