2 april 2022
From When To Where
In deep bottom,
at first light, I
will give you a call.
Because, I was only bones,
muscles worn out in hymns
and the nudes were―
putting on the masks.
You will not deliver―
a denial, nor you will
put forward the Buddhist stance.
Like a curling fern you
want to go in dark shade―
eyes shut.
The circus of stunted men
and lady birds―
will go on unabated.
I swear by fire,
The battered umbilicus will
not bear any gods.
A miraculous escape. I
will not eat your
flesh, hot and red.
We start hitting each other
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