Riding the back of a sensual saint 
a white tiger 
was turning the human genome 
into ashes. 
The moon was climbing up. 
Snips were becoming tainted. 
Decoding the helix has brought down the god 
into a module. 
I am encircling the basic truth. 
Sky is turning dark. 
Saffron bull has broken the golden gate. 
Blood is spilled on the sidewalk 
lined with marigolds. 
I am standing alone on a pathless beach. 
Sea has sent back the harvest of grief. 
From the periphery agitation starts. 
Center has no choice. Absolutely 
self-ending-in-self. Each breath comes discreetly 
deep in the ravines of soul. 
Neighbours were watching.
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