27 july 2020
My Opus Was Melting
I was preparing myself
for a Socratic dialogue, when
you come unannounced.
If lie was the answer,
then where was the truth.
Meet me night before
night with naked names,
smashing the space and time.
The invisible particles at last are in view.
Can you count after the
trillionth number, eighteenth
digits and beyond.
Nothing gives me peace.
I want to say, I am the God
to end the discussion.
That ignites an explosion
and we begin our journey again.
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The VoyagerSatish Verma
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ItinerantSatish Verma
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Nim kur zapiejeJaga
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Between Done And UndoneSatish Verma
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Przed zmrokiemJaga
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I RememberSatish Verma
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....wiesiek