Crisis MomentA Poem by Satish VermaStakeholders, are coming. There was conflict between
Stakeholders,
are coming. There was conflict between logos and mythos. One black thorn was in the flesh. You come out of the body to find the window. One long eel" surreptitiously enters, in the guts" to pluck your eyes out. But you were already dead" after the search of slant light coming from the liberation. Crossing the time zone, you enter the black hole traveling at zero hour. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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