Limbic Liminality:
Souls expand
Like bones crack
Thunder through the circuitry
My mind
Pine needles aflame
Death rolling circles through life
Some strange dimension in an eye-lash
Killing time like a synapse
The void folding in like a spider web
Love cannibalized
Something more profound
Twilight madness
Dionysian dances
Snow white eats Eris's golden apple
Drinks her own beauty
A third eye pops right out of her skull
Something vampirically visceral
Like a wandering pentacle
Stitches of fate
Giving in to Entropy
Dissolution elates the universal sense
Pain crimson in a sea of Nothing
Dancing in spite of everything
I dive right into this quantum space in me
Limbic Liminality
It once housed bowels of cars in this town,
Carcasses on the ground,
It cannibalized every bit of machine,
And fed the hungry crowd,
Til now, shades of blue and fired up pink,
Splash the walls of steel,
Inside this tortured derelict plant,
Alone in the vacant field,
And there's scratching tin in the wind,
There's a steady distant hum,
A painting of delinquent youth,
Is what it has become,
With a chair, a table, a busted ash tray,
Golf balls to sail away,
This beautiful coloured factory shell,
Is where the children play.
Church bells muffled on Sunday
Whispered almost silent as people glide in to pray
Inclement weather conditions toll a long good-bye
Blizzards come with mounds of snow on a somber curve
The fallen collect themselves inside as worried souls
Leaves completely freed from trees become detached
Cannibalized by savage storms clawing at their back
Long stripped of life they could not last the hour
Too weak, crisp, loud, to cover up or hide in quiet
Laid naked, bare, lost innocence and mystery devoured
Oaks stand like towers emptied of themselves
Hollowed out holes by age that grow no more
Webbed fingers jut, twisted from the middle
In competition with the holly house in white
December stretches to the distance warped
Trees become skeleton warriors fighting back
Howling winds wrapped in Winter sin
Blowing south on holiday wishes cold
The congregation leans in to sing a carol
They fill in spaces made by Christmas conjuring
There was no inscription
to interpret the fresco.
It leaked through
the yellow roses.
The distant moon was
very upset. Jumped over
the hills, like mammae,
and tore away the façade.
Let the night stay for a while.
I had to explore the
mutilated galaxy, cannibalized
by the overzealous lovers.
A cobra bite paralyzes the sun.
Satish Verma
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