23 December, 2021

Who Slays the Earth?

This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My virgin pain and
suffering were indigenous.

I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.

Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.


Satish Verma

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