A sin between us
transcends hidden paths.
I start digging endless questions.
What was that interminable and esoteric?
Give me a clue. Lift your hand
and write the name of the recluse.
I am connecting to unknown
for the answer.
we are all guilty here.
Do not wait for me
I have steered the boat
towards the rapids.
Without time a half moon
will shift
And I will weep for the fallen saint.
Begging for the words
beseeching the pernicious wounds
I will go in hysteria.
* The protagonist in Spanish Tragedy of Kyd.
Satish Verma
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