Placed In Orbit
Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous ? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness ? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.
Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon ? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend !
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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