Until Pain

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Satish Verma

Like a snowfox 
it stampedes. 
A mass panic of legs 
after the flame festival. 
Language moves like a landslide, 
without vocabulary. 

A love sperm will not go 
into the test tube. 
Baby was waiting, looking for 
mother. The wetland was boiling. 
The pain was worthy of the lamb 
sacrificed. 

Like a lantern, herpes zoster, burns. 
The ganglia in memory of sick embrace.

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