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Going Nowhere
On the blue icicles
you were colliding with orbiting electrons
naked legs on rocking chair
were expecting the visual words to spook
for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyong borders
my eyes are damp, I know the bottom
was echoing after the shipwreck nevertheless,
archives were swimming in muddy water.
Can you defeat the throb of pain?
The fake drunkenness of bailouts, it was
still not happening – the whiteness of dawn, only
gray clouds over the peaks, speckled with
orange blooms, the shadows of red blood,
a million despairs of avenging marriages
of voices in dark sea.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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