After knowing so much
of unknown,
you were afraid, but I
lunge for the relic.
How far you will sink
in the depth of cries?
The moon will not─
offer her lips.
Light will not give you
the vision. A sin unrolls.
The city burns in its─
own garbage.
As soon as the water
dries, eyes will blink─
to nail down the constellation
in fog. The tongues retreat.
Satish Verma
"The city burns in its/own garage..."
"...eyes will blink /to nail down the constellation/in fog..."
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Reread 10-22-21
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Drought fogs
eyes as sledges
unspeakable
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Lady A