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SHIMMERING

The sizzling legs wait for
an infinitesimal pause
to learn on approaching zero.

I am not cultish:
the egg has walked out
on a dwarf mother.

The dead horse was rising
after eating dirt. Naked 
flame will decide for –

the rights of a man in a 
hot night. Deferred a perfect
landing on cherries. The 

colors were fighting
for the supremacy of
twisted necks.


Satish Verma

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