Bewildering

The restless legs take you, weightless, to marshes to find the stilts. The sea was rising. What was inside our tongues; such unclosing stink, we were afraid to spit it out ? The wronged angels were waiting. A topless soul wanders in the rainforest.Amazing, the tigers were dead without wounds.You sit on the window for marrying a moon. The quick grafting of the roses was useless.All night it had rained. The hail- stones were as big as skulls. Eyes were gouged out and time was blind. Satish Verma