The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.
Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically?
A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-
and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother, run –
for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.
Sexless virginity is at stake!
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2017 20:01
- Category: Nature
- Views: 1
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