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Standing Before The Mirror
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Satish Verma Becoming the truth. Humans
are made. Very difficult agenda. Sedition
throws the fugitives. Where are pastors?
I will develop a liaison with
hornets, collecting the stings for analogy
of a black moon in distress.
Will you live in my
heart though the blood. The caterpillars.
are crawling, very hungry.
Excellent! Seems to me like
Excellent! Seems to me like the last few of your poems that I have read have followed this format---three triplets, or three squared, for a total of nine lines in each poem. Is this a significant detail for you, and may I ask what that significance means?
Starward