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You Cannot Touch the Fogs
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Satish Verma I have lived my poems.
The truth walks between knowledge
and existence. In split -second comes moon.
It filters the metaphysics
What pain I have, not asked for it.
The mud stream moves on to kill.
What my love was, to
do any sin. Make a red comet to
burn away my wax palace.
I feel something has taken place
Ago - it was only 2 days worth of crap
we wasted his time while he played us for cap
he is not looking for the ultimate answer to make the world save
he is looking for quickest route to exit the entire play
i have already been on other shows