An Opusculum
No stitches will work.
You have to navigate-
in mendacities.
You have to navigate-
in mendacities to find
the truth, the truth.
A papyrus write may
know the future, the destiny,
the future, the destiny.
You always run to piss
at the tree, to draw
the borders. The animal.
The animal within you, becomes
salmonella, dones a cap,
enters the dome.
Enters the dome.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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