From The Ancient Lips

From The Ancient Lips

Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me
about the octopuses
and aliens?

There were two
offshoots of pain. One comes
from the sea and
other from damp eyes.

We always think
of salt and fidelity to
describe the characters of
disintegrating man.

I am very restless
to understand me, when
you speak of the future
of space between black
and white.

Will you ever drink
hemlock with me participating
in yagna of human beliefs?