OVERBALANCING

The space between the
two ends, was becoming
a game of thorns.

The leprous increase
tips the moon. An unseen
virgin becomes red rose.

It was another day in
the desert. I don't want
to become a prophet.

A titular sun was
collecting the lilies to
divide the night in halves.

Manipulating the nucleus,
are you ready to accept
the uncommitted sin?

Satish Verma