'...ROOTS THAT CLUTCH...'

You know I do not hope 
any intermission, 
between life and death. 
My path goes nowhere. 

A hiatus between the mirrors has questions. 
From childhood I was always 
floating between the meanings 
of lessons unknown. 
I longed for straight humilities. 

Present redeems the past. 
Each sound leaves an echo 
and has-been becomes the shrine of peace. 

ad infinitum I will wait 
for the primitive blood 
to reappear, the truth of 
midnight sin.

Satish Verma