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Something Of Nothing
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Satish Verma The renegade
wants to come home
for penitence.
Execution wants to uphold
and become a doer again
without thoughts. Only cessation.
Between shade and tree
lived an apparition. It wore
a moon on the head.
There was no ending. The
free suspending threads,
join to make a circle,
like the god and his creation.
From oceans apart―
touching you,
by my
poems.
You were an accident
and you were the witness.
