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Night was all black. 
I could not find my 
hands / half-dead─ 

velvety ribs. I want 
to rub the spikes and─ 
toe the line of hurricane. 

The naked eye, a-roving 
will search for the moon 
as the superstorm was─ 

poised for a landfall. 
To receive the wrath─ 
the ants will find the─ 

watermark and move to 
higher grounds. The sea 
throws up the secret of unknown.

Satish Verma