He took the blue sari
and it worm him
like a blanket of
harpooned skin.

A rope wrapped
itself around his neck
and colored his
abyss-black lips red.

It was seen as blood
to those around;
unbearably sad and
overflowing wth
pure joy.

It was his personal sand dune;
sinking into concrete waves
of the nearby animals;

He took the red sari
and covered his insides
with their hidden words;
said the present moment
was the only elusive meaning
we could depend on.

And then without warning
hushed the entire world
with his siren.

He took the gold sari
and it gave him
the music that
tears limbs of dancers apart;

and that satisfied him
to no end, but he knew
deep down his shallow waters

that the eternal dream

was just getting started...