Equation's Interim

A Poem by Swagato Saha

What's a silent glow to late night's retreat?
As sapphire stars on a stone-eyed street -
Elude clockwork and the lantern's slow burn,
Where dream ye pipers; at vermin's morn.

Then 'vade insect trails crevices of time,
Past moored homes to prior human lives,
And chitin wastes to breach anxious within;
Worldly reason rests on thy fragile wings!

Elsewhere in wake to strange letters on board,
While the guiding hand stoic awaits accord...
They register the raving forms that be,
Unstirred by senses, cold to memory.

Till madman's voice from monstrous within,
Sounds impasse in opaque interim!
To echoes of long-lost worlds-waiting;
(Such at warmth of a tea-soaked madeleine.)