Satish Verma
Reading Nietzsche
After knowing you,
I want to unknow me.
Did you reach the
head of the mount to bring
a piece of god?
Nonetheless,
he went mad asking for
godliness in stones.
When I wake, make
me go to sleep again, among those,
who are slaughtered
by tongue.
Dig me deep. My bronze,
my blood, are going in a free
death, like the fall from
the mission.
The muted thoughts
go for you,
in loud echoes.
I do not speak.
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