me to meet the god. You make a space
between you and sky. Amen!
I am tiny. Not covert.
Beeng enabler. I want to become
a nebula. Dust and water.
Not sedated. I stand like
the ruins of angkor. Stiff and half -green.
The midnight kitchen will knead the pains of life.
Satish Verma
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