The invisible
throws a visible image
without a tether.
Do you see the god?
Was a matter of faith?
You tie a thread on the wall. Longing
finally reaches climax. Gravity
defies a flying dream.
You had erred, yet
failed to accept the guilt.
A scariest moment was,
when you entered the morph.
It was a U-turn. Robots
will dictate the polity. You
alight on a rostrum; like
a lovely pink swallow.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2017 21:47
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
very nice I won't say what this reminded me of, but yes that's it. Nice and deep work. WW
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