Empty Day

take back your smile, the fish has died in my hands ; nowhere you have touched me deep in the brutal corona of a black moon - my sun spots were waning : a hole in the wind, chased adulthood of man for a frozen infantile mutancy something stopped you to discover yourself in the rage: what was it? I am refusing to believe something between the unbuttoned golden flesh of a mummy, the old version dies hard, fear escapes from amygdalae, in mourning, comes the rainbow of pain, the rain lashing on window i am melting inside a cast SATISH VERMA