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The Abeyance

Running without legs. A perfect apparition of sandhills. I cannot see far, but hear the synchronized call, of peacocks at midnight. Cannot sleep. The solemn mystery of dark is broken. In the cracks, I am discovering myself. Was it not an enough reason to abandon the search of peace and return to killing? the gods of clay and find the sanctity of emptiness, stripped to gravity ? Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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