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Fogging
Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns;
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs
a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning,
the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one
the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map,
pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering,
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing
on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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