I walked
among the smoking tombs
in the rolling glades
the ground rumbled, bloated
as the roar of past
chorused out and shook the night
A tear,
A split
A seam popped.
A star fell out of the gap
for you
rain
red eyed and bleak
the tombs chomp like teeth
spitting bones; seeds and worms
from fruit
I crawled on bloody knees
cut from the earth's green blades; rusting.
Where were you then?
Far from now?
Bone clouds lust the night
and in the breath I see the faces
yours
mine,
blood
the leaves on an untended vine
Your invisible hand in mine
we stare Back at the moon
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
कविताThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
