8 march 2017
Sculpturing
It does not work;
the manipulation of the fast.
The genomic fugitive
nurtures a home of light, windswept pyre.
Under the prophet
a gloom unloosens the absolute.
Now as you weave
a pattern of lies, the page hits.
The book is thrown into
fire. The words swim, break the grief
of naked sun. There
is flooding of wombs. Who will conceive a god?
Between you and me,
a river flows. I become voiceless.
You cannot build a bridge.
The spinning curve outlines the shore.
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