Actualis

There was a strange carnality in flowing robes, a waiver penetrates in incorporeal ellipse. I must speak of him in his absence combating for the actuality. Knowing lust manifolds, yields a prayer, primrose opens the eyes. The knowledge liberating - you cross the inlets. Anxiety peels off your mind. An obnoxious presence of unbeings, the weeds, the vocal generation of priests, are anything but art. The body blooms, in suicidal note. Birds shriek, before the moon climbs on the dark trees. I let go the orange, only the white spreads. SATISH VERMA