A Bruised Memory
The basics to live
was with the peeling off,
the tangerines. The innovative flight
takes you to surrealism?
of a countdown, which begins
to send a subsonic device
to small jupiters.
You receive the call and
jump into black sea?
eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge.
This moment after sometime splits,
ejects the god particle.
You slip out of backyard
to embrace the apparition.
The ending was never a happy thing.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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