Perseverance, I am
falling and falling in your eyes.
You don't blink, making decision

Divining-who predicts
you have lost face. Conjecture? You
speak, stepping out your skin.

The right to bend down before
Agni after the dream, becomes true. You
make yourself ready to confront defamation.

This was a body blow
when you said, I had a right to go
insane. The gold-diggers were coming.

Life has become a torn,
***** one rupee bank note.Useless.
You cannot buy water. Memory slips.

Small things were heavy.
You are half-buried in the wall. The
religion breaks. The dead moon looks black.

My culpability carries
your name. Will you ever drive away
the smell of an ancient wolf?

My thirst never dies
drinking your ocean. How many ship-
wrecks I would find at the bottom?

The sparrows want to
come back to sit on the window sill
to watch the ****** of a deity.

There was smoke
without a candle. I had been moved.
My gold rings sit on the moon.

I don't claim my pain.
The immaculate crime. I have not
taken the call. The end waits at the door.

I got you easyunder
sacred tree. I am yet afraid of me.
The dry leaves carry the name of the tree.

After half live-in, in
my eyes, the pain wants to go back in
the ocean to escape the flare.

Not dependent on poverty
of truth, time leaves the green amputation
on the heart. I love the space.

And the other miasma
resolves the mystery of undying words
of the healer, the mouth of fire.

Will you give me an
abstract of the ****** of a blind
well? I always jumped into an ocean.

It ejects me on the sand.
The second *** intervenes to start
bargaining of dreams with the moons.

The global pain moves

Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.

The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.

Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where the pits go?